The place I newly stood upon, solely reminded me of the snowy isolated barren I laid when I first arrived within the Underworld. Nonetheless, there was still some recognizable differences between the two areas.

The grey squalid snow had a display of deep humanoid footsteps, which appeared to be made recently. There was a slight scarcity of dead trees but still enough to declare an existence of plantlife.

However, the most distinct and probably the most prominent difference was how this specific area consisted of several small eroded houses; all appeared deserted.

People were actually here long enough to build homely structures?

The houses were manufactured of grey faded bricks- or at least that is what I assume the material to be -arranged into an interlocking pattern and held together with cement; keeping the structure genuinely sustainable but still vitiated. The wooden doors and windows of every house were damaged.

Judging exclusively by the height of each house, they all appeared to have a total of two floor levels, excluding the possibility of an small attic and/or basement. The houses aligned themselves in two straight lines across from each other, with one begrimed glacial pathway in between.

I walked down the mysterious small village, which immensely resembled that of a foggy ghost town. The eerily desolated village was so silent, that one would easily be able to hear the crepitated sound of snow from each step I took. Above me flew an enormous group of jet black crows.

I assume they were migrating, judging from the 'V' formation they flown in. But where exactly? Each place have shown itself to be more dark and brooding then the next as far as I have observed. What place could they possibly feel compelled to travel to? And on a lesser note, animals are able to become helpless beings within the underworld, or were they possibly something else?

I cautiously opened a door leading to the inside of one of the marginally dark houses. I hoped to possibly find a person, a life force, something to perhaps ally with or simply talk to. The hinges of the wooden door creaked loudly, as I turned the rusted door knob.

Upon first glance, I observed nothing but destroyed wooden chairs, numerous shards of glass laid out ground- probably from the nearby window -and a couch that was torn to the point the batting material began to emerge from inside out.

(Despite how prominently wrecked the place looked, it continued to amaze me that people actually built homes and furniture in this world).

However, as I further inspected the home, I found a crumpled piece of light brown- almost ancient resembling -paper, near the edge of a brown wooden table. I opened it. Faded words revealed themselves as I uncreased the rumpled edges. Although I was unable to read majority of the words I didn't allow it to deter me from figuring out what message it was trying to convey.

A soul without _ _ _ _ _ _ is a soul with no _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and the_ _fore can not be red_ _ _ _ _.

I squinted my lavender eyes staring at the paper I held so firmly in my hands. It was a puzzle, I must solve it. I spent a short moment attempting to figure out what the missing words could possibly be. I was left unfortunate.

"w-wait a minute!" I yell aloud, extremely oblivious to how loud I was projecting my voice. I observed the timer on my arm. 181:23:32:46. I had already lost twenty seven minutes. "I don't have the time to waste it on this little piece paper. As far as I know this could be some stupid scam!"

I crumpled the little paper back to it's original state and threw it forcefully on the ground. It was as though I was making some type of touchdown or something similar. After such an action, I marched my mighty way to the front door.

But I felt compelled to turned back.

It was as though the paper was calling me. To grab it. To bring it with me. To solve it. It must've been truly important, if I felt such an urge.

"Y-you know what? I'll just....grab the message and solve it later. It might have some use to me in the future." I said assuring myself that the decision was not over-dramatized and more importantly, foolish.

I snatched the ancient piece of paper from of the wooden ground and shoved it in the front pocket of my black shorts. I walked out the exit and closed the front broken door; slightly wrecking it more than it already was. I began to turn my back against the door when I saw it.

I froze.

A quick and sharp cold wind blew passed my body, causing my long flowing hair to blow. A shiver went down my spine. Impossible. My eyes stared wide open at such a sight.

It was like nothingness at its purest.

Are you failing to understand my words? In that I case must rephrase them. The village disappeared. The houses. The road. Everything! It was all gone.

N-no way. H-how?!

I probably shouldn't have been so shocked, but I was. I had to be. Everything was solid, it was tangible! I even step into one of the houses!

The house.

My legs allowed me to turn around, to face the house I knew was behind me. But it wasn't. That too was gone.

But why was everything there if it was only meant to disappear?

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The paper remained within my pocket.