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Beneath the golden skies he stand,
A prince with empty, shaking hands.
Where is the light, the spark, the grace?
The warmth that once filled every space?
Jamil, where have you gone?
The night is long, but the dawn’s withdrawn.
A bond so strong, it could not break,
Yet here I stand, with heart at stake.
Once, laughter rang in every room,
Now echoes fall in endless gloom.
I search for words, but none appear,
Just whispered cries that you can’t hear.
The weight of silence pulls me low,
A heavy ache, a bitter woe.
I keep smiling, but not feel well.
But now you’re free, I'll compel.
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Oh, that day felt like it had just happened yesterday.
Why is that? Why does it stay stuck in Kalim’s mind?
Why is that? Why does it keep running in his mind?
Even though he’s tried to push it away, it keeps hovering, drifting through his thoughts like a shadow that refuses to fade.
He should have laughed, he should have forgotten it by now. His usual carefree nature always urged him to stay positive, to keep smiling, no matter what that day had brought.
That afternoon, he was still smiling, still playing around with the members of Octavinelle, Grim, MC, even Jamil and the other Scarabia members. He had been so happy knowing that Jamil was safe, wasn’t he?
So why did his head still ache, and why did his heart still feel so heavy?
…
Hey, smile, smile like you always do.
“You thoughtless, sloppy, idiotic, clumsy, ludicrously oblivious, arrogant, indelicate, pampered little rich boy!”
Smile! Jamil is now safe, he came back to be with you!
“Every time I see you smile, it makes my skin crawl! I’m sick of it!”
Sing! Dance! Be happy! Be happy like you always do!
“There’s no point in maintaining my facade now. You have no idea how many days I’ve spent wishing that you would just go away.”
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“Ah hah ha…”
The boy remembered every word and syllable shouted in wrath as if they were scars that would never fade.
But why did it feel like this? This strange sensation, like an overwhelming wave of unease washing over him.
His smile had become a burden, a weight he could no longer bear.
It felt like a never-ending play from which he couldn't get away, no matter how much he wanted to.
Kalim tossed and turned in his bed, the unease building with each passing moment, enveloping his mind through the sleepless nights.
He tried to close his eyes, hoping to find rest, but every time he did, the images, the words, the suffocating feeling would rush back - becoming clearer, more vivid with each passing second.
The discomfort was inescapable. Even when he pulled the blanket over himself or curled into a corner of the bed, he could still feel it. A storm was raging in his chest, an overwhelming wave that he couldn’t calm.
The anxiety felt like countless shards inside his mind, colliding with each other, creating invisible wounds that made every breath a struggle.
He wanted to forget, to push everything away, but no matter how hard he tried, as soon as he closed his eyes, Jamil's sharp words echoed in his mind. Those phrases seemed to carve into his very being, making it impossible to stop thinking about them.
Kalim lay there, lost in the overwhelming fog of his thoughts, unaware of how much time had passed.
The world around him felt distant, blurred, swallowed up by the suffocating weight of his exhaustion. Each moment dragged on, blending together in a haze of frustration and confusion.
He couldn’t escape it. The fear, the doubt, the pain, everything was closing in on him. He felt as if he were trapped in an endless loop, unable to break free. The more he tried to quiet his thoughts, the louder they became.
He couldn’t bear it any longer.
Kalim wiped at his tears, trying desperately to hold himself together. The mask he wore these days felt heavier and heavier now. Even when he smiled, even when he laughed, it couldn’t hide the storm raging inside him.
He hated this feeling.
The weight, the pressure of being the heir of Asim - Jamil’s words echoed in his mind, mocking him for his inability to live up to them.
With a deep breath, he pushed himself up from the bed, fighting the heaviness that clung to him.
Maybe a walk would help clear his mind, eh?
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Jamil, my love, my greatest friend,
This pain, it seems, will never end.
I search the world, I search the skies,
But all I find are empty eyes.
I tried it all, yet still you flew,
A fleeting dream, now out of view.
But know, my heart, it's yours to keep,
Even as I fall and weep.
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Kalim walked softly down the hallway, afraid that he might accidentally wake someone up, especially Jamil.
Tiptoeing.
As a housewarden, Kalim knew he had to become a role model for the others.
Honestly, he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job. But, he told himself that he could try just a little harder. Even if he wasn't perfect, he wanted everyone to feel that he was giving his best effort.
The cool night breeze drifted through the large windows of Scarabia, carrying the faint scent of sand and resin from the garden outside. The massive windows, intricately carved with lavish patterns, reflected the silver moonlight, making the entire hallway glow softly.
Kalim walked quietly, his gaze drifting upward to the starry sky.
The twinkling lights above, blending with the vast, endless desert, made Kalim feel small in the grand scheme of things.
His steps were quick, steady, and without hesitation, yet auiet as if he were walking toward something he couldn’t quite name but felt drawn to, with a purpose that surged beneath the quiet surface.
Each step light yet resolute.
The long hallway stretched on, finally leading him to a place seldom visited by him or the other members - a grand hall near the far end of the dorm.
The air here was cooler, more solemn, and the silence felt more profound, as if the walls themselves held secrets that had been untouched for years. The echoes of his footsteps seemed to stretch out into the vast emptiness of the space.
This place, usually quiet, felt even more still now, with only the sound of Kalim's footsteps echoing through the vastness. Moonlight filtered through the large glass windows, casting a silvery glow across the stone floor and the familiar white silk drapes - colors that Kalim had always adored.
The soft light seemed to turn everything into a dreamlike scene, and for a moment, he felt as though he was suspended in time, lost in the beauty of the silent night.
The silk drapes were suspended from the ceiling, flowing like streams of water, soft and ethereal.
They swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering, telling tales of old stories that had once unfolded in this very place.
They danced together, intertwining, decorating the room in a way that felt both beautiful and elusive, like a dream that had never faded, still lingering in the air, timeless and serene.
Kalim slowed his steps, his eyes fixated on the scene before him. He had once thought the room was filled with melancholy, cold and dull and it should be decorated with sparkle and liveliness, just like the other rooms.
“Sing! Dance! Oasis maker!”
That’s what he usually says, eh?
But now, looking at it again, he felt it held a certain mysterious and gentle charm, as if it were waiting for someone to come and awaken the memories it kept hidden.
Kalim stood in the middle of the room, gazing upwards, letting his eyes wander among the soft white silk drapes. Then, almost unconsciously, his feet shifted lightly, and his hands rose, blending into the ethereal space around him.
The movements were so light and fluid, it felt as though they were not guided by conscious thought.
Kalim let his body be swept into an impromptu dance, each motion flowing gracefully, as smooth as the white silk ribbons swirling around him.
With every spin, every delicate lean, his body melded with the space around him, blending into the soft silver light and the hazy white shades. He became one with the room, a perfect piece of the puzzle, designed to merge with its ethereal beauty.
The wind whispered through the silk like a soft melody, guiding him through each rhythm. His gaze was distant, a smile unintentionally playing on his lips, as if he were lost in an endless dream, drifting in the beauty of the moment.
Ah, but don’t worry. He’ll be quiet.
This performance is so fun! But he promised he will be quiet, tiptoeing.
So Jamil could sleep well, he would have a sweet dream.
He would be careful, he wouldn't disturb Jamil at all.
The grand hall suddenly transformed into a stage, with Kalim as its sole focus - a dancer in his own rhythm, graceful, free, and quietly poignant.
“Hey, Jamil.”
“I wish we could dance again.”
“But from now on.”
“I won’t get into your way anymore.”
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Kalim with white silks, tiptoeing at night,
Dancing through shadows, searching for light.
The silks whisper softly, like a lover’s grace,
A trail of memories in an empty space.
I move through the fabric, heart in a trance,
In the dance of grief, in the sorrowful dance.
But then, in the silence, I lose control,
And with the silks, I become whole.
The fabric, it wraps, it pulls me near,
And I and the silk now disappear.
A prince, a heart, a spirit torn-
In the end, for you, I’ll reborn.
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The sound of steady footsteps echoed down the long corridor, each footfall slipping through every corner, lingering in the quiet space. The young man with long black hair, tied neatly behind him, maintained an air of calm composure.
He approached the grand door, its presence standing out more than any other room in the dorm. The frame, intricately carved, displayed the distinctive patterns of Scarabia, showcasing both majesty and power.
Jamil stood there, knocking.
“Kalim, wake up. It’s already morning.”
His voice echoed, soft yet clear. A brief silence followed, as if the world behind that door had come to a standstill.
“Kalim! We’ll be late. I’m going in.”
The door opened, but no one was inside.
The bed, usually messy with blankets and pillows tossed around, was still as neat as new - an unusual sight. There was no sign of anyone, no warmth even.
From the wooden desk covered in scraps of notes and colorful trinkets, to the bookshelf where Kalim usually placed his quirky collections.
Looking back at the bed, there was no familiar soft, rhythmic breathing, no rustle of movement when the boy woke up.
The complaints that were always ringing in his ears, now nowhere to be heard.
Not even a giggling or the absurd questions he was used to hearing every day.
An empty bed inside an empty room
Everything was still in place.
Jamil stepped inside, his pace quickening. He reached out and touched the pillow, which was still perfectly flat - there was no sign that Kalim had lain there the night before. A wave of anxiety rose, drowning his rational thoughts.
He was confused, then quickly panicked, hurrying to search for the familiar figure.
Where is he, where is Kalim?
Kalim cannot wake up this early. This is unusual.
His footsteps quickened, racing past each room and corner of Scarabia. The charcoal-eyed scanned everything, but it all seemed empty.
Jamil paused in the middle of the long hallway, a thoughtful as a faint glimmer of realization flickered in his mind.
His instincts urged him forward, as if a deep part of his mind was drawing the path he needed to take.
He turned, and hurried toward a hidden corner of Scarabia, a room that few ever visited. It looked lost within the magnificence of the dorm, but only he and Kalim were familiar with it.
Kalim was naive, always managing to find an unusual sense of ease in that place, while Jamil... simply followed along, not wanting him to do something reckless on his own.
Jamil stepped up to the door, his hand pausing for a moment before he gently knocked on it.
Knock knock.
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There was no answer.
He bit his lip, a brief hesitation flickering in his mind, but it was quickly drowned by a wave of anxiety.
The servant pushed the door open, and the light from the hallway spilled in, casting soft beams on the white silk strands fluttering gently in the air.
And there, with the silks.
A figure with white hair, ethereal and magical, almost becomes one with the fabrics.
As if they were floating in the air, blending with the white silks - suspended in a dreamlike dance.
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Beneath the waning sun, the garden weeps,
Yet there still a symphony of silence creeps.
Jamil kneels, arms laden with frailty,
The heir’s still form, a cruel finality.
Why does the pain bite, sharp yet unclear?
The heart he bears trembles, clouded by fear.
The boy in his arms - always a spark,
Now an ember extinguished, swallowed by dark.
The joy once shared, now lost in pain,
A love unspoken, a heart in strain.
He doesn't know why the hurt is there,
Just a void where laughter once filled the air.
White hair alive with the dance of light,
Spun in the silk, pure and white.
His steps so wild, so free, so bright,
A fleeting star in the endless night.
But that silk, a noose, a cruel embrace,
Twisted tight, pulling with grace.
The dance slowed down, a final leap,
Into the dark, where shadows creep.
Now servant’s arms cradle a broken song,
A melody that feels so wrong.
The heir’s laughter, once so near,
Now echoes silent in servant’s ear.
Unasked, unspoken, the pain won't cease,
The servant holds him, seeking peace.
But why does it hurt? He cannot say,
As the other fades, his soul astray.
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“If Jamil is suffering, then let me take it away from you.”