...and then He saw It...a remnant of an old world. It was the first time in his existence that He wanted to be able to cry....and what a new feeling it was! As He walked, It followed him...faster and faster He walked, trying to escape from It. But fate's design made so that It followed Him...and followed...and followed...
He couldn't stand it...it was too much of a torment...That was when He made what he did best...he smashed It... and the sound of the blow stunned Him.
He turned his metal face to the other side...unable to look at what He did. Days passed without Him moving...then weeks...months....his flesh of steel all covered in dust and ashes...Time lost itself on the silence of the wastes, both His and the world's...
When He finally turned, He saw It laying destroyed on the ground...He kept looking at It, time passing by...it felt like uncountable aeons of desolation and nothingness, him and himself, alone but for the destruction of his doing. Even in the ground...in tatters...It kept smiling...an eternal remembrance stamped in the wastes' ground....never to leave His sight, ever tormenting his mind.
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