A moment in the time frame of eternity, characterized by a room in a time and place right now where empty words flow seemlessly and meaninglessly like a river in the middle of nowhere, serving no purpose but to flow, whether or not it will ever reach anyone, and the presence of humans along with a celestial being who sits and stares at a light that flashes on every now and then to remind himself that no matter when or where his mind may be, his body is in this moment.
Time rewinds itself to a period and place long forgotten where negativity had first bred when the image of a perfectly unrealistic world and life had been shattered, where the idiocy of childish dreams had been tested.... but broke like a twig during a hurricane, where, no matter how arrogant or deep in denial, the truth had to be accepted. How fragile the human soul is.
A flash and the image darkens and pans out to a different time zone, one that is yet to come, where a fraction of a moment forward could lead to infinite possibilities, and yet none seen through the eyes of this being will ever display happiness. And despite and army of people who love and care, nothing could ever heal the tragic heartache felt in that moment in time, when darkness first engulfed him, and although the memory vanished from within his thoughts, the pain had metastasized on its own subconsciously to make us this being to which, in his eyes, even the blossoming of a rose is replaced by the sorrowful wilting of a tsubaki. How grim the future seems.
A flash and that image is swallowed and becomes an empty nothing somewhere where time and space are just as real as the places where they are stored. An alternate universe where one can ponder for all of eternity in their own internal garden and come face to face with the demons they brought upon themselves, the ones that crawled from the hole in his heart, only to be tortured and tormented by them. How fragile the human soul is.
Flash, and a ringing sound signals that the session spent in the room is over and it's time to move on. As the being walks out, a ray of sunlight shines. The sound of demons is shunned by the sound of children whose laughs and voices display a different emotion... Happiness. Whose sights are set on reaching the heavens and beyond... Hope. Whose eyes show signs of not a shattered dream, but rather one that is fortified with not a chink in the chain, nor a crack in the mirror, nor a stain of darkness on their souls. Pure... Without the... Hate. How possible the future seems.