Chapter 7: Who Am I?

  The purple sky remained untouched as it stood above at the pinnacle. The rainbow aurora was traveling continuously to reach its peak destination. Henceforth, there is nothing but eternal silence covering the space and the appearance of the boy with a lot of dust dirtying his clothes.

  The boy has an ordinary appearance, the thing that makes him special is his white hair and his eyes’ colors. The boy has heterochromia due to the strength given from the previous world,

  When the time had set, he finally woke up.

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  “Uh, uhh.”

  Why was I sleeping outside here? It is so dirty! I should have slept at home, better than sleeping outside like this! I should head home so I can oversleep, ah no, I don’t even know how I end up outside without knowing anything! This is what I am trying to find out.

  “Nevermind.”

  The clingy unknown in my head was bothering me, I don’t actually remember anything about what I did recently. Ultimately, it was like I was starting to live this world as a rebirth.

  The feeling was so fresh. The atmosphere of this place is much better and newer somehow. The scenes were just the same as the reminiscing fog in my head. However, when I think about it, I always get a headache.

  Staying in the same spot will not give me context, I should go looking for something else to begin with.

  I started by wandering ahead, while then, I was feeling something. Reaching to end my curiosity, it was a whole city. The houses are various in height. The tallest would have a humble height about two or three stages of a house at best.

  People here look just like humans. I can see that all of them wear a white cloak.

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  In the middle of the cloak, it lays a crystal-like object, and the crystal’s color is different, depending on the person and some have the same color on it. Thus, it could be that this place has status as it is used to classify people.

  Still, my head hurts when that thing I try to recall fails. The memories just vanish when it reaches there a little bit. I think I should start to experience this place as a new home since I know that I am just a novice here.

  Going into the crowd full of whites, I can see that nobody is watching me, every individual flows into their world, their mind, they seem to not care about other people around. Actually, I am into that type of common sense.

  bum!

  A sudden headache occurred, signaling that someone was near. I look around for specific evidence for that. An old man was approaching me, he was wearing a glass covering his left eye, his right eye was covered with a black patch, somehow I felt connected and my left eye was just ringing nonstop.

  “So you are the boy that I heard about.”

  “What am I ironic for?”

  “You were sleeping on the ground just outside of the city, everyone was talking about the strange looking individual who has forfeited the law by not wearing the white cloak.”

  At first, I thought everyone here was as cold as they seem. However, it turns out that they would look for those events I assumed.

  “Yes, you were right. I just can’t figure out why I was sleeping on that dusty ground, it felt like I was carried there not by sleep-walking.”

  “Nobody knows actually, everyone woke up in the morning and the first thing they saw was you sleeping outside just the barrier of the city.”

  I am homeless, just stating the fact.

  “It looks like you are homeless, I would like to adopt some people like you. The people push the responsibility on me to adopt you, and you look like a teen around 16-17 years old. Well, I won’t have any problems because I’ve been feeling lonely recently. People here are just cold on the outside but when a major event happens, they would have known.”

  Finally, a person who feels the same as me. Since I met him, I felt a reminiscence toward this old man, I don't even know why. Probably, I could trust this man because…

  If somebody feels the same as me, that means they pair on the same level as mine.

  I don’t think this old man is trying to kidnap me or doing something harmful to me. Well, I just think that.

  “Thank you so much! I will behave well.”

  “Sure, may I know what your name is?”

  “My name is…”

  My name? I can’t remember my name. What is it? The foggy mind keeps traveling in my head, I couldn’t reach the threshold of remembering my name. So…

  Who am I?

  ***

  First of all, how can people here speak the language that I am speaking?

  This theory is undefined, I am trying to figure it out.

  Those people look just the same with some attributes. Something in my head tells me the concepts about genetics, everyone here shares the same DNA but they look different due to ancestry differences. Where did I get that information from? It must be the [__].

  By the way, I am in the old man’s mansion, sitting on the most comfortable sofa, this is the first time I’ve ever been so relaxed. Drinks are so spectacularly good, food and everything are just luxurious. I am so lucky to be a part of this house.

  Back to the point, I have this theory, people here were transferred from the previous world, the same world as mine. From what I saw, people are not persistent about this phenomena, they are probably happier to live in this place. They know this but they don’t resist.

  The thing is how did I end up being here? If someone got me here and brainwashed me, it’s a shame that they didn’t completely close it.

  Is it for other purposes? I might just have to figure it out.

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