Epilogue

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The symbol above stands for nothing…

How intriguing to know that the start of everything is absolutely nothing, isn’t it? Mathematically, it’s a part of everything and is absolutely nothing at all: the cubes and the squares, the odd and the even, none a prime or even the Fibonacci… it fits nowhere.

Philosophy seems to be even of less use. Everything consists of something, so they can’t possibly exist as a transformation of nothing. It’s the same to money, knowledge, passion and to be honest, nothing doesn’t actually grow into anything.

And yet everything else would be nothing without it.

Every single number spreads out from 0 and when they “meet their maker”, multiply or divide with the origin, they return here…

Home…

The beginning…

Dawn…

So I say why not start from the beginning, or the end if you would kindly put it and finally end in the beginning (which is also the journey’s end).

An endless sequence of life….and numbers….

And that’s why it all started here

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  at dusk! : )

For my friends,

that’s it!

Chapter 0: Coded 0 for 0rigin

The girl looked lost.

Not the usual really-cute-girl lost because there was a clear sense of smartness in her eyes, the gray ones that ensured people that she knows what she is doing. “Probably because it was late and the school bus has left and her parents are busy working or whatsoever, bla bla bla… which makes this a perfect opportunity to approach her!” the boy nervously thought.

While only looking at her back from the distance, the boy feel as if he could touch her. Those flowing, soft hair that vibrates with every wind that passed feels as if they are light enough to fly. She was cuddling with something in front of her, regularly looking at the gate to be sure that whatever she is waiting for is there.

Quite the coincidence, mon ami!

His hair was thick and spiked in the middle. His shirts was not tucked in and his belt is nowhere to be seen.

Quite the rebellious. But after school ends, nobody really gives a damn.

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After the extended period of quite uneasiness, the boy asked, his voice harsh but soft like a whisper:

-“Waiting is simply an lesson in the appreciation of time, don’t you think?”

The reply came: “Only those with time to spare..”

With that being said, she rushed outward to greet a bizarre man, which shall lead them later on a bizarre journey.

The man who he saw was inexplicably suited, like he was just being late after attending a wedding. His hat, his cloak, his long cane reflects the image of a antiqued gentlemen, who must have awoke from his long slept in the museum. His gloved was gripping tightly on the cane, as if this massive structure might fall immediately without it.

But most unnerving of all was his cloak.

It flowed with the fluidity and grace of water, but it appeared to be darkness. It was everywhere, hovering above him which amplified his already unnatural height on to the point where it appeared intimidating.

The girl and man greeted formally and then part ways.

It was dusk by then…

The girl with the angelic appearance went left, where the sky resembles dawn…

While the man travelled right, into the shadow of the abyssal night…

Without thinking, the boy ran……and disappeared.

Writer’s note

First piece. Felt great. Hoping to write more. Inspiration limited. Small brain…

Comment below on what path you think the boy should go, left or right. As I said before, everything will come back to the origin so your choice doesn’t change the sequel drastically, but I would still love to know!

Also grammar and vocab, to busy, to boring, to Miss Keen like, fix me if you wish but i don't really bother. : 3

Thanks.