(I'm back, and I wrote a nice short story for you
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In another world.
An empty world, cold, rocky, with many gaps and canyons.
Nothing lives here.
Nothing?
On the bare floor, a body lies, a heap of flesh and bones.
It's a girl. A dead girl.
Her limbs are cricked and broken, her short hair is singed, her skin full of burn marks and scratches.
Everything is calm.
Suddenly, the earth shakes and the whole world sparkles.
The girl on the floor cramps and quivers while getting thrown around.
As the sparkling ends, the girl is alive, gasping for breath.
She's awake.
Her whole body is aching. Besides the burn marks and the broken bones, hunger and thirst are tormenting her. The cold, dry wind has dehydrated her, every breath she takes is like thousands of needles all the way down to her lungs, she's almost blind and deaf.
She doesn't scream anymore. Nobody could hear it.
Some inches away from her right hand lies a violet, mysteriously glowing stone. She desires it. She knows it's there, but she can't see nor reach it.
She found it in her mouth after she awoke in this world for the first time. It can switch her thoughts off like a light. It makes her feel euphoric, furious, careless, it lets her forget everything.
She remembers the first time she felt the stone, after that man had touched her throat. She didn't know it's a stone, she just knew it stole her voice.
She remembers the first time she felt its power, the urge for revenge, to kill someone, the murderous wrath.
She wonders if the one she wanted to kill felt the same when it was the other way round.
She knows, she will be alone forever.
She knows, she will never eat or drink again.
She knows, her body will never heal.
She knows, she will never leave this world.
She knows, she will never escape this endless torture.
She desires insanity.
Being insane, she wouldn't recognize anything anymore.
Her body gives up. The whistling noise of her last breath trails off.
And the earth shakes again ...