The Birth (Work in Progress)
Once upon a time there was a creature born from forbidden experiments of a mad scientist.. It was meant to shatter literary rules and create new art.
But, the creature did not follow the scientist's plan. It wrote dark, macabre verses that mixed genius with madness.
The scientist disowned the creature. The creature left. It walked into the dark forest that overlooked the giant manion.
The forest welcomed the creature. It was a place of secrets, tragedy, and hope.
The creature went deeper. In the forest’s heart, it found a limestone mine. Inside lay an old device—a die. With each roll of the dice, the forest revealed something about itself.. Sometimes a poem, sometimes a story, other times a sonnet. Every now and again a song.
For a long time, the die revealed dark tales of old. The creature wrote these stories. Sometimes it copied them; sometimes it created new ones. The creature wrote because that was it’s purpose.
With each tragic story, the forest wallowed in its fate. The trees moaned. The shadows deepened. Animals fled about restlessly.
The wind carried these dark tales to the nearby town. Townsfolk feared the forest and banned entry. The town grew uneasy as the tales possessed the people and they began to hallucinate. People quit work, some used drugs, others left. Some proposed burning the forest; others proposed an expedition.
Before the council decided on a course of action, the creature’s father spoke. He warned them: a forbidden being lived in the forest. “It is an abomination. Destroy it,” he said.
The town council, split by fear and curiosity, sent an expedition.
As the expedition advanced, ghostly whispers filled their steps. Terror gripped them, yet they clung to their faith and stubbornness.
Before the expedition reached the mine, the forest stopped them in their tracks with a prophecy - It spoke of a cunning rabbit wooing a young maiden of the town.
The expedition split. One group chased the spectre of the rabbit, which might lead to the maiden in the village; the other headed to the mine. The prophecy blurred destiny and choice.
Near the mine, fear froze the group. They halted and camped. Unable to find the will to continue. Meanwhile, the other group followed the rabbit and circled in the forest.
In the town, a young woman with a quiet rebellious spirit spent her days tending to a modest flower stall, but the mundane routine left her yearning for a world beyond the familiar, so when, at dusk, a cunning rabbit—its eyes glinting with an almost human mischief—darted past her, she paused in mid-task, and therefore she abandoned her shop to follow the enigmatic creature toward the outskirts, stepping from the safe cadence of town life into the unknown paths that led toward the dark forest
She entered the forbidden forest. She felt no fear. It felt she was meant to be there.
She went deeper. The trees whispered sorrow but also something else..something she could not understand
She felt an urge to write. She searched for paper and a pen. She found a limestone cave with a desk, paper, and quills.
In the cave, she found a desk, paper, and quills. She began to record the forest’s secrets.
The forest spoke of triumph and growth. It sang old melodies. The creature rolled the die again and heard strange songs. It sensed others.
It listened. It heard voices, footsteps, and shifting shapes. It hesitated, caught between its old obsession and a new pulse.
The creature felt less like a machine. It sensed something more—something unnamed.
It forged a new identity. It mixed old sorrow with new hope.
The forest sang of survival, love, and quiet melancholy.
The creature saw its purpose change. Each legend invited a new narrative.
This repeats too much. We need to move on with this story now.
The creature felt drawn to the clearing where the maiden wrote. Then a tremor shook the forest. The fate of the forest trembled.
The men near the mine fled. They sensed change.
They abandoned camp. They retreated toward the edge. Their steps were lost in the murmurs.
Both the creature and the girl vowed to stay. They sensed they were not alone. Even though they never saw each other
As twilight fell, many voices rose in the forest. Countless souls fed on its lore.
They did not meet but sensed each other in the forest’s songs.
They devoted themselves to the forest. They believed the verses would unite them, but a tremor signaled new forces.
Let us close the story.
As the tremors ended, the forest quieted. The creature and the girl accepted their fate. Their paths merged with each rustle of leaves. Thus, the forest’s legend was sealed.
The forest consumed the creature’s birthplace.
As wild vines broke the old walls, they spoke of renewal. The creature watched its home vanish and embraced the change.
It embraced its new life.
The creature merged with the forest. Every leaf told of rebirth. Every branch held hope. In their union, despair and redemption danced as one.