2026 · 07 · 04

Kurayami had tried to fit in, to be a functioning cog in the great wheel, a piece of the jigsaw puzzle that was society, but it couldn't. It felt like a piece from another puzzle that got mixed in with this one. It didn't fit, there was no place for it. Not there, anyway.

Kurayami had always felt a calling to its true puzzle—which wasn't even a puzzle, as such things did not exist here and bored Kurayami anyway.

It happened one night, one miserable night, full of hope, yearning, sadness, all of it. Kurayami left its wardens that Night, through the window of its den—its cell—to follow that tug, that yearning for an actual life.

Those wardens, they had forced Kurayami to endure hells it wasn't meant for. Or, they hadn't gave Kurayami the feeling, the feeling of being alive. It had to do that itself, and it was much better off... wasn't it?

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Kurayami—now the wind—flew through the dark, passing by unaware creatures and those perceptive alike. It, grateful for the self-given freedom of that Night and this, weaved through the branches, through the countryside prisons, over the hills, down the slopes, up again. It followed the rivers, went under the bridges, gently caressing the night flyers, some of whom followed with it for a time before returning or getting distracted by something on the ground.

Kurayami had done this many nights, and never didn't feel the same thrill. It was something Kurayami reminded itself to be grateful for, this freedom.

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That was a bit longer, nice. Hope you enjoyed, and if you didn't that's alright :3