Chapter 76: The Flower Bed For The Deceased

“Ah. Your future is yet to be determined, slowly fiddling amassed of different consciousness.” He slowly raised his right arm and swayed it around. “You can hear it—the voices of the world. Slowly drawing you in the far shore. Leering fear. Captivating.”

The winds blew as fast as the bird's flight. It only lasted for about a second, as if teasing you with its cold and hapless emotion.

As I listened to Abelard’s talk, my chest began to beat a little bit faster.

“You’re still a child. Although in mind. Your soul is pure, filled with endless desire, but filled with storm—a strong will to live and be born anew.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“It means that you’re a soul filled with avarice. You’re soul is white as pure but tainted with avarice. That’s what I’ll say to you.” He began to change his foresight. The world began to shape and change as if he was altering it.

“Ah. You’re a lost cause of humanity living amongst ye humans. How’d you wandered here, I wonder.” Abelard sai