A humming twitched faintly in my ears. If I had been a cat at that very moment my ears would have perked up and begun ticking like the hands of a clock. A plane? We were lost in nowhere, with no way of getting back. There were no thoughts of 'rescue' from the end we were sure we had met.

My eyes shot up to the sky, searching the ruinous clouds for the chance of a non-existent lifetime. I reminded myself that I wasn't really here, wasn't really living. This was my second chance to blow it all to bits, my last opportunity never to start again. For how could I succeed?

But my bones, my flesh, my heart—they all repeated the phrases of life, as they had rehearsed them sixteen years. It was hard to remember back to my first visit to this giant, green conservatory. It had all seemed so infinite and everlasting. I had felt invincible, forever immortal. And then. . . The memories rapped at my steel plate, but I stayed standing. And so they lingered, patiently waiting for the elevator to descend. Out of order, out of order, the metal voiced, creaking with every syllable. They paid no heed to it; that was its tenuous, rehearsed phrase, and it mattered nothing at all.

Observant as my mind was, I could not manage to discern the producer of the sound, the exact hertz—even the location. Was it possible that it was all around? closing in on all sides, decreasing air supply, suffocating these lungs until all that is felt is crushing pain? Or is it relief? from a life that was meaningless, that made no difference while existing to make any while non-existent. This is why these limbs, these great fabrications of bone and muscle, were given another chance. Once more and perhaps they'll get it right, he thought.

Not likely.

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~ Okay, first chapter. This really was just me writing aimlessly, but then I got motivated... I'm not sure why because I honestly cannot decide how the story is going to progress (yet). Mm. ~