With a sudden flash of Golden Light Bursting into his Closed Eyes, Forcefully Opening Them, he Quickly Turns his Head To The Right to avoid the light. He blinked as The Warm Breeze Met His Skin. He blinked again. Finally Noticing His Existence.
W-what...? he thought. Where Am I ?.... He mumbled to himself as He got up. Looking around, He Found himself in a Wasteland, existing in The Middle of nowhere—his Right hand, which was lying on the Ground.
Not Moving, no. He didn't Know it even existed, twitched instinctively against The Sand of the Wasteland.
He quickly Pulled it away, Not Knowing what did he even touched. or what He even Got to Touch.
He noticed it.
His Right Hand. Skinny, Brand new matching It's White Skin color.
He raised it enough to touch his face.
Feeling it for the First time. it Felt clean, Clear
as Both of His Hands has Come To meet His Cheeks.
They felt soft, The Boy Couldn't speak, He Didn't know what he was doing. But it felt, Natural. and he Didn't Mind it. not at all, he continued doing it, wiping his palms with his Soft cheeks, not noticing that there was Some Sand Left on them.
Getting up on his feet for the First time, his Legs shook. His posture was unbalanced.
So he fell down as his legs gave out. Turning His Head around, Looking at His surroundings
, He noticed a Huge Boulder Near Him, so He crawled to it. Not Knowing Why, He wanted To Get up.
He wanted To Get up on His Feet.
His Knee's Hit the Sand beneath Him over and over, it made little scratches on His Knees. It hurt, But it wasn't that hard for him to withstand the Pain.
Pain, a new Feeling he has yet come to experience. with each time he shoved his knees downwards to Get Closer to the Boulder,
He felt a Stung that made him twitch in pain a little as He Got Closer and Closer to The Huge Stone.
with one last Push. He finally Reached it.
He Tried once again. Getting up But now relying on The Boulder to maintain his Balance. His legs felt weak,
as if it wasn't even supposed to handle that Pressure.
after a few seconds of standing, relying on the Huge Boulder beside him to take most of the pressure.
"Woah...!" he Said in his heart. "I'm Doing it...!" He Mumbled to himself,
Smiling instinctively. "I'm Doing it...!" He repeated, He shouted as He Raised both of His Hands, celebrating, Forgetting that he can't stand on his own.
He Fell down, again. "D-Damn it..." He Mumbled, as he looked at the sand on his side. Why Can't I stand up ? He questioned himself.
The Boy Looked up, His eyes meeting The Sun for the First Time. It was bright, Shiny. His Eyes Hurt by The Golden Light
, But He Couldn't stop Looking toward it. it Felt so... "Beautiful".