In the depths of the deep sea, where not even light can reach, it, which had been asleep for approximately 10 years, finally woke up.
10 years.
It’s a reasonably long time for humans, but for it, it was just a blink of an eye, a brief moment. After all, it has spent countless years in this world, all for a single purpose.
(…………?)
Upon waking up after 10 years, it immediately noticed something amiss. The soul it had been holding tightly with its countless tentacles had disappeared somewhere. Had it dropped it while sleeping? No, such a thing had never happened since its birth. Impossible. It was somewhat shaken.
No matter where the soul moved to, whether it reincarnated into another human, its tentacles never left that soul, continuously binding and cursing it. To bring misfortune, to neither let it live nor die, to continue inflicting torture on that soul.
That was the reason it was created, its duty, its everything.
Yet, the targeted soul was gone.
(…………?…………?…………?)
It was perplexed, confused.
It immediately extended its tentacles across the world, searching for that soul. Its tentacles were the curse itself. These invisible tentacles crawled all over the world in search, but the desired soul was never found.
Strange. This shouldn’t be possible. It’s wrong.
That soul was special. It was meant to always reincarnate into a human, to immediately become another human upon death, to continue being cursed. Imprisoned in the body of a human, to be eternally tortured.
Yet, it’s gone. The targeted soul has vanished, as if cut out from this world.
(…………)
It thought, pondered. What should it do next? Thought, and pondered.
But it couldn’t understand what it should be now.
After all, it was an entity that even held a semblance of divinity, but it had only ever cursed that one soul. That was the only purpose for which it was created.
So, when that one soul disappeared, what it should do next was unclear. It wasn’t anticipated when it was created.
(…………)
Even after thinking, it didn’t understand. That much was clear after much thought.
So, it decided to go back to sleep. Its mission was to continuously curse that soul. If that soul was gone, there was nothing left to do. Only to sleep.
It pulled back its tentacles spread across the world and, swaying gently in the water currents, returned to the depths of the deep sea… at a place humans call the Japan Trench, it fell asleep once again.
In the depths of the deep sea, where not even light can reach, it, which had been asleep for approximately 10 years, finally woke up.
10 years.
It’s a reasonably long time for humans, but for it, it was just a blink of an eye, a brief moment. After all, it has spent countless years in this world, all for a single purpose.
(…………?)
Upon waking up after 10 years, it immediately noticed something amiss. The soul it had been holding tightly with its countless tentacles had disappeared somewhere. Had it dropped it while sleeping? No, such a thing had never happened since its birth. Impossible. It was somewhat shaken.
No matter where the soul moved to, whether it reincarnated into another human, its tentacles never left that soul, continuously binding and cursing it. To bring misfortune, to neither let it live nor die, to continue inflicting torture on that soul.
That was the reason it was created, its duty, its everything.
Yet, the targeted soul was gone.
(…………?…………?…………?)
It was perplexed, confused.
It immediately extended its tentacles across the world, searching for that soul. Its tentacles were the curse itself. These invisible tentacles crawled all over the world in search, but the desired soul was never found.
Strange. This shouldn’t be possible. It’s wrong.
That soul was special. It was meant to always reincarnate into a human, to immediately become another human upon death, to continue being cursed. Imprisoned in the body of a human, to be eternally tortured.
Yet, it’s gone. The targeted soul has vanished, as if cut out from this world.
(…………)
It thought, pondered. What should it do next? Thought, and pondered.
But it couldn’t understand what it should be now.
After all, it was an entity that even held a semblance of divinity, but it had only ever cursed that one soul. That was the only purpose for which it was created.
So, when that one soul disappeared, what it should do next was unclear. It wasn’t anticipated when it was created.
(…………)
Even after thinking, it didn’t understand. That much was clear after much thought.
So, it decided to go back to sleep. Its mission was to continuously curse that soul. If that soul was gone, there was nothing left to do. Only to sleep.
It pulled back its tentacles spread across the world and, swaying gently in the water currents, returned to the depths of the deep sea… at a place humans call the Japan Trench, it fell asleep once again.
