It is said that time heals all wounds.  Imagine then if time was a cold, untraceable wind that froze all pain and left the heart an shadow of destruction, unfeeling yet shattered irreparably.  He opened his eyes and noticed the color red.  It was everywhere, flowing and rushing around him, through him and beyond him.  It seemed to follow many pathways, hidden from his eyes but noticeable in the arrangements around him.  Suddenly there was an explosion of sound that cut through the gentle hum of the red rivers encircling him.  So loud it seemed to reach into his very existence and pull him towards the distant red horizon.  A crack appeared then, in the left corner far above him.  A gash of blackness interrupting the flowing red around him.  So far in the distance he doubted he would notice if it weren’t the only trace of color besides red in this place.  The surroundings seemed to surge in that area trying to cover up the blackness with its vibrant reds but quickly gave up and seemed content to flow around the mark instead.  Just as soon as everything had settled down, another resounding outburst appeared and with it another crack.  This time in the far right above him, while at the same time the first crack seemed to expand further down.  Again the surroundings rushed to fill in the sudden gap but were once more helpless to do anything to the new mark that appeared and eventually settled down.  As if inspired by the success, a third gash, longer than the other two combined flashed into existence along with a foreboding roar that seemed to shake the core of the world he found himself in.  This time, when the red rushed towards the invading gash the other two seized the timing and rapidly spread across the space to come closer to the middle.  He watched as the red around the black seemed to slow and darken until it eventually stilled completely and became the same color as the black it was in contact with.  It was then he realized that the red was blood, until then moving too fast for him to see anything more than red blurs but made clearer the slower it moved.  With each beat it wasn’t a slash of darkness but sections of the warm, moving blood becoming frozen and dark as they stopped moving all together.  The red, after suffering from those three attacks seemed a touch lethargic as it meandered around the dead spots around it, unconcerned with their slow spreading.  A feeling of coldness began to grip him, emanating from the three dark sections around him.  The raw, frigid sensation he felt grew stronger and stronger until suddenly, with an apocalyptic fervor, another sound appeared.  This sound, different from the others before it, howled and shrieked like a winter storm, unrelenting in nature and absolute in its destruction.  As the fourth expanse of stillness appeared, it spread and connected to the previous three forming a widening area of frozen blackness.  He watched, transfixed as the black stillness continued and the feelings of coldness became stronger and stronger transforming the chill he felt to an all encompassing numbness.  As the black cracked and spread, the blood chilled and froze leaving everything around him darkened and still.  That sense of stillness spread towards him, inching up his body and leaving his thoughts frozen.  His eyes slowly frosted over the light in them dimming until...You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.