As that green leaf kept flying… alone…
It drifted through the air until it finally landed—
on something.
A human.
His hand looked delicate… like a princess from a beautiful story, resting on soft grass.
His fingers twitched.
His eyes moved slightly.
His breathing… calm. Steady.
Slowly, he pushed himself up.
He tried to stand—
but failed.
So he sat.
In front of him…
a sunrise.
At the top of a hill—
a single beautiful tree.
He was facing the sun.
And now…
we see his face.
It was him.
The MC.
---
His eyes wandered quietly.
No thoughts. No panic.
Just looking.
The place around him was… clean. Peaceful.
Too peaceful.
No danger. No noise.
Only that tree.
Not like the dead place he died in.
---
He placed a hand on his knee and stood up slowly.
Then walked.
The first thing he did—
was touch the tree.
He circled around it, checking if anything was hidden.
Nothing.
---
He pinched himself.
"…Did I die?"
No answer.
Everything felt too real.
Too beautiful.
Even if such a place existed before…
his life was never worth reaching it.
So he sat again.
Just to feel it a little longer.
---
After some time—
he stood.
Cracked his body slightly.
And finally spoke.
"Hm… I never thought I'd feel my body like this again…
not at death's door."
Even without wounds…
he could still feel that pain.
Like it never left.
---
He looked at his hands.
They trembled.
Just remembering.
"I don't want to feel that again."
---
He decided to go down the hill.
But before that—
he looked at the tree again.
Then climbed it.
---
There were fruits.
Strange ones.
They looked like they were made of mud.
He stared at them.
"…Should I eat this?"
Then he let out a small laugh.
"After everything I ate… this looks normal."
---
He picked one.
Slowly brought it closer to his mouth.
A thought crossed his mind—
What if it's poison?
Then another thought replaced it.
A fruit…
Something he never thought he would eat again.
"If I die after this…
it's worth it."
---
He took a bite.
A tear fell.
"…delicious…"
Sweet.
But also sour.
Balanced.
Juice filled his mouth—
wetting his dry throat.
Even if it wasn't water…
it felt like life.
---
He could've devoured it.
But he didn't.
He ate slowly.
Very slowly.
Why?
Because this moment—
was too precious to waste.
---
When he finished—
he looked around.
More fruits.
Everywhere.
One fruit…
was enough.
His stomach felt full.
Heavy.
Like it had real substance.
Not like the empty food he once knew.
---
He broke a stick.
Just in case.
Then climbed down.
Still wearing his old clothes.
"…So heaven doesn't give clothes."
He smiled slightly.
"Not like I mind."
---
He started walking down.
Step by step.
The wind grew stronger.
Pressing against his body.
Each step became harder.
---
And then—
he saw them.
Trees.
Massive ones.
So big…
the tree he came from looked like a child beside them.
---
Then—
a sound.
Rustling.
From the grass.
His heart reacted first.
Something is alive.
---
But what he saw…
killed that hope.
---
A creature.
Like a mole.
Three times his size.
Tearing apart another being.
A worm-like creature.
Its insides spilling out.
The wet sound of flesh tearing.
---
MC froze.
Then dropped.
Hiding under leaves.
Praying—
don't see me… don't see me…
---
His body shook uncontrollably.
"…this… isn't heaven…"
Just moments ago—
he believed it was.
Now—
he knew.
---
Time passed.
Slowly.
Painfully.
---
As night approached—
the mole creature stopped.
After eating the insides—
it left.
Just like that.
---
MC waited.
Then slowly moved the leaves.
Just enough to see.
It was gone.
---
He stood up.
His legs trembling.
Still in shock.
---
He punched his own leg.
"Stand up… dammit…"
Another hit.
"Not now…"
---
He forced himself to move.
Breathing deeply.
Then turned back—
towards the tree.
---
But before leaving—
he glanced once more…
at the torn body.
"…what a waste…"
---
Night fell.
A crimson moon rose slowly in the sky…
like a bloody eye watching everything below.
And with it—
something else.
---
A shadow.
In the sky.
Huge.
Unclear.
But wrong.
---
He couldn't see it clearly—
but he could feel it.
Fear.
Real fear.
---
It was flying.
High above.
Yet—
his spine froze.
Cold sweat ran down his body.
---
He swallowed.
Then looked away.
Too scared to even stare.
---
He forgot hunger.
Forgot everything.
---
He turned.
Lay down.
And tried to sleep.
---
And finally—
he got his answer.
"…This isn't heaven."
A pause.
"…This is hell."