Inside of the bustling city where life thrives and activity rarely ends, another dull day begins. Full to the brim with many people walking from home to work and vice versa in an endless monotonous cycle. During one of these days, heavy rain shower starts to fall onto the land, soaking the world in water and mist. Drenching the world with a sorrowful atmosphere, with clouds that smother the brilliant sun.
While this mood hangs over the city, flashes of a white lightning crash across the sky, its path rumbles and crackles with energy as it is then followed by the crash of lightning striking the earth. Nature weaving a morose and damp storm for the folk below, as the storm continues stirring, as if ready to release a harder downpour at a moment's notice.
Though the folk tries to move in their daily lives with purpose and determination they remain unaware and uninterested in the machinations underneath the surface. Those are often orchestrated by the folk within their ivory offices or by the wrath of nature, like today with the rain wept from the sky.
Though this indifferent miasma ends up being shattered moments later, as something so sudden and brutal plays out in front of the crowd as their attention is unable to tear their gaze away. As the folk who were already watching traffic see it happen ever so slowly, as they can't help but gawk at the sight that seems foretold.
As a thoroughly drunk driver charges through the lights, unable to focus on anything, let alone to save a life. As their vehicle hits someone crossing the walkway, with the center of it, many too slow to react to the racing slab of metal. Though late many seconds to react to the car, the other pedestrians run away from the crash as soon as they can, running like headless chickens. Leaving as in the spot of the crash lays a broken person, unremarkable for all but their gaudy accessories adorning their body.
Though for everyone else present, excluding the driver, it was but only a moment for the crash to happen before it quickly ended. For the victim, however, it might have been an eternity for what happened to them. As sudden it was, and for those mere moments, what they focus on is the loud thud followed by excruciating pain as their body is crushed, as their view settles onto the damaged grill moving into sight. While the driver inside is forcibly startled into clarity by what they had done, however accidental.
As the driver in turn lives through the moment, thinking back on what led to this horrible accident. Them recalling their night, remembering that they just returned from a bar, thoroughly drunk. Instead of waiting or even eating some food he had left in his car to help sober up, just start driving onto the road. Too drunk to focus on driving on the road on a rainy day, uncaring of the law, before it was too late.
As the person in the seat begins to grow pale at what they had done, the one below on the pavement has pained breathes. As the blood drips onto the asphalt road, a person lays there dying, battered and half-submerged, in their own pool of blood. Before long, their final moments arrive, for from which their body ebbs away a soul. Once out, the soul begins to float and moves upwards, as it leaves the world below, for a new place beyond the material plane.
Though as the soul floats up, a strange opening forms in the sky, in the path of the soul, and as the soul begins to turn away, it's pulled into the new space, by an unknown force, though by this point the soul's consciousness has entered dormancy, as it enters a space beyond mortal sight.
Within this new space, appears to be a lab full of vials and various other strange devices, that might not be out of an old movie. At the center of this room, is a strange white silhouette of a person holding a greyish orb, the soul in its hand.
"Neither too good nor particularly bad, just average enough for the many-headed hydra to agree to let the one lone soul be taken and one more subject for the experiments I see.~" States the unknown person, as they hold the soul in hand and examine it over.
Once done with their examination, the unknown silhouette places the soul into a strange vortex, that a mortal may be described as appearing as a hurricane-tinted grey and a constant grinding noise flowing out of it. Once placed on it, the soul fades into the greyish twister and fades from view, as the entity returns to their work, with a black outline of a smile as they last glance at the fading soul.
In a frost-worn country, an abandoned town sits in the middle of a tundra, frost and ice coating every surface of the buildings. Within one of these buildings, a strange light flickers into existence in a cold secluded but otherwise preserved room, full of miscellaneous memorabilia scattered around the room. A torn-up rag glows with an ethereal glimmer, before fading away once more, leaving the room still as it was before the glow's appearance.
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