• It just stood there on the tip of the abandoned and musty smelling pier, looking at a distant world of its own that was far gone, yet never existed in the first place. Those empty, hollow eyes with no ambition, dreams, love, hatred, no tangible or visible feelings nor thoughts. Those eyes were once alive, but now they retained merely an echo of what it was in the past and what it will be in the future and what it isn't in what we would call 'the present'. It was a shell; transgressing the border of life and death, ignoring the laws of reality and fantasy, beyond the reasoning of time and space.

    The blank gaze graced its surroundings; the land around was half submerged. Small trees stuck out of the eerily murky grey water like ugly, twisted arms of hags, dull rocks littering the shore into the shape of a hidden alcove surrounded by tall cliffs. In far distance was unreachable land, stained a strange red by some unknown mineral. Under the water would have once been a bustling civilization; species of all kinds of families and rarity walking on what now is the bottom of the lake. What little that still remained underneath the godforsaken waters was a mystery that would never be solved. All of this was covered in a blanket of fog and dark warning clouds, getting denser by the minute.

    A frigid breeze ran through and the thing shivered, the first motion it had done in a while. Its attention turned to the space behind it, to me. Those dead, desolate eyes locked into mine and I understood; its memories flowed into my consciousness, flashes of images and sounds filled my senses. It wasn't empty. It wasn't dead. It was alive, with all its ambitions, dreams, love, hatred, feelings and thoughts still there. Only by defying everything and nothing did I understand, and it taught me. I walked up to the tip of the pier and stood, just stood there with it, looking at the surroundings, things long gone yet waiting to happen. I understood its world.