Feeling nervous, I decided to take a look inside the door.
I was calmly ignoring it, but small noises such as suppressed shouts could be heard from all directions.
My body trembled slightly, fearing that some of the echoing noises might have been his.
I stood in front of the door closest to the stairs.
It had an additional ‘19237’ sign under the ’50’ sign.
This room seems quiet.
Is anyone there?
I just stopped trying to get in.
What if there are other fairies?
Fairies could see each other without being aware.
It flashed across my mind that another fairy might tell the bad guy who hit the child about me.
I was debating whether to use movement or stealth patares, but I decided to use the movement patares to completely hide my appearance.
I took a deep breath.
That moment, I was immersed in deep water.
A huge flame that never goes out in nature.
A vast spring with no end in sight in the spiritual realm.
I became the ‘origin’ of the world with two opposite appearances.
When a fairy becomes part of the origin and is immersed in it, nothing in nature, not even the fairy, is aware of the fairy.
It was Patares that transformed into a soul and moved within the Origin.
If desired, even inanimate objects could be brought in with information.
Inside Origin, you can see the natural world in a blurry way, as if an opaque film was covered.
The solid door wobbled as if reflected in the water’s surface.
I rushed under the door without any hindrance.
In the room, an adult human, dressed in a gray-blue suit similar to a child, sat blankly.
There was also a ‘19237’ number tag attached to the clothes.
As soon as I confirmed that it wasn’t a child, I went out the door and exhaled.
‘What is this?’
I went to another room and it was the same.
There was one adult, not a child, in each room.
Since Vita is consumed throughout the movement within the origin, the movement patares had to be used for a short time if possible.
My patuma was too small to use patares to my heart’s content, and there were too few vitas.
It was a short distance, so it didn’t consume a lot of Vita, but wasn’t not enough to go into each room.
It didn’t seem like there would be any children.
Just go into a few more places, observe what kind of humans that are trapped, and go up to the next floor.
I came out only to confirm that it wasn’t a child, so I hadn’t been able to look at them in detail.
“Take me out.
Get me out.
Get me out.
Get me out.”
“Noisy! Die! Shut up!”
Everyone seemed to be in a very bad condition as the screams continued to be heard.
Few people expressed intense emotions such as madness, murderous intent, and anger.
Most of them were sunk in despair and resignation, and they just lay there staring at the door with their dying eyes wide open.
I wasn’t afraid of this place full of negative emotions, but it reminded me of that child.
Although the child was insensitive, it wasn’t to that extent.
Will he become like that if he continues to grow up locked up?
I trembled and flew up the stairs.
I’ll have to go up to the next floor quickly.
But as soon as I reached the upper floor, I had no choice but to hesitate.
From the beginning, there were several dirty hallways.
Unlike the downstairs where there were no humans walking down the hallway, there are several humans in black clothes resembling the man who hit the child here.
I was looking forward to meeting that man, but meeting him here was somehow reluctant.
Vita seems to be insufficient to use mobile patares for stealth.
This time, I had no choice but to use the stealth patares.
‘Hiding’ Patares, which makes one or the inanimate objects it captured invisible and eliminates the sound.
Since it doesn’t make one disappear, I could be discovered by beings with sensitive senses.
Still, it’s better than nothing.
Stealth can be used for a long time because it consumes less Vita compared to movement.
I chose one path and went straight ahead.
Unlike downstairs, which was divided, the hallway was bumpy and curved, and sometimes it went up and down.
There was a large iron fence in the middle, inside which five or six adult humans were trapped.
Occasionally, there were also doors with signs with creepy words, and I looked around wondering if there was a child, but came out after seeing a lot of disgusting objects and scenes.
“Oh, I’m stuck again.”
There were many cases where the road went well and was a dead end.
After realizing that I was completely lost and that I couldn’t even go back to the stairs, I broke through the ceiling and went straight upstairs.
However, the upstairs had the same atmosphere as the downstairs.
HWith hope, I went upstairs again, and it was still the same.
Even though I had drilled through the ceiling three times, I could only see a similar scenery.
I searched for a long time, but I couldn’t find the child, and it was wide.
When I saw humans passing by from time to time, I could barely resist the urge to pull my hair and scream at the whales for where the child was.
Still, having been to every corner, I thought I knew what this place was now.
“This is a ‘prison’…”
Naughty people in numbered clothes, the thick iron bars they are locked in, the different types of rooms that appear to be used for corporal punishment, the torture chambers that make them cry out to confess their sins, and the guards who manage the prisoners.
This place had all the characteristics of a ‘prison’.
“Is that child imprisoned here for a crime?”
If you’re a prisoner, why do you have to be locked up in the deepest floor of the prison because of such a heinous crime? Seeing that he can’t speak properly, he seems to have been imprisoned since he was very young.
Can a child commit such a mistake?
“He wasn’t that ambitious enough.”
I remembered the ‘darkness’ I had witnessed when I first met him.
Darkness literally means the absence of light.
We classify other concepts that have it as an attribute into its sub-concepts.
In other words, the concepts related to darkness and ‘the absence of light’ belonged to darkness as ‘dark series’.
These broad concepts, such as ‘existing but invisible’ and ‘hidden from being seen’, are also a kind of darkness.
In the spiritual realm, the things that living things have built into the deepest base of their minds and the psychological barriers that hide or protect them are also called darkness.
By the way, the deepest things in the heart meant the thoughts or emotions that were hidden because they did not want to reveal them, or that they were dominant enough to take root until the very back of the heart.
And I read his darkness through his eyes.
“It was empty.”
Darkness was very powerful, but it was an attribute related to the primordial darkness, Doom.
If it was handled in vain, he could have been engulfed in Doom without realizing it.
Mental darkness was especially dangerous.
The mental darkness took on the characteristics of negativity, death, and emptiness as it got closer to Doom.
The darkness of those who are immersed in negative emotions close to death, such as anxiety, anger, and despair, resembled Doom.
The same was true of the darkness of those who have the will to kill to harm their lives.
The darkness of an empty person who is empty inside, as if only a shell remained, and neglects themself without anything they cherish, also resembled Doom.
The darkness resembling Doom, which I felt intensely when I first met the child, was this empty darkness.
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The child was pure emptiness itself.
It was like a truly soulless, inanimate object.
Empty and without negative or positive emotions.
Only after I was with him in the form of grass did positive emotions slowly settle in his heart.
Until then, the child was just empty.
“Empty people are not motivated, so they often just lie down without doing anything, far from harming anyone.”
As far as I know, it was that.
I looked around the inside of the prison.
Fairies can glimpse emotions in the bodily fluids of creatures, but cannot dig into the darkness of their hearts.
However, perhaps because I had dark qualities, when I focused my attention on someone, I was able to get a glimpse of the darkness underlying their heart.
So, the darkness of the prisoners I observed today was mostly empty.
However, the nature of negativity and death was also evident.
It was definitely different from that of the child.
“Why didn’t he have a number tag on his clothes, unlike the other prisoners?”
Why was the door marked with only the room number and not the prisoner number?
Was he that special? Or…
…Could it be that he was here for some other reason, not because he had sinned?
In fact, it didn’t matter if the kid had sinned.
No matter who he is, I will like him as my first person.
I just wanted to know him.
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