The Prologue of my story

"What do you think Living Area is, Sang? Like genuinely."


"Do you think it is some kind of power that God gives normal humans?"


Sang peeks through his broad shoulder that wears the flooding cape, looking at me


"It is quite simple actually..." - He smiles at me simply, yet it is bright and gleams towards my face, shines to my heart. "It's a reflection of people or more so, the aspects of people like their intentions, hearts, minds or talents."


"But why are they the way they are?" - I ask Sang, I lean forward to him as I sit and listen closely. But as I stop immediately at the end of my question, I gnar my mouth a little more, with eyes gazing at one side, and furrowing my eyebrows to squish the folds in my brain.


"Why are they intangible, somewhat non-existent but they still exist in our definitions?" - I keep asking.


Sang looks at me, widens his eyes as if he knows that I'm going to ask something more.


"Like, why can we clearly see that somebody is talented so why do we suddenly have a 'reflection' about their talents?" - I ask Sang, agitatedly expecting his answer.


Sang turns his face towards me, as his rigged cape swings across the air when he turns with such strength, with such powerful presence. He then takes out his sword, and it is silver, scarred in battles against monsters and years of unlimited soaring through non-stop adventures through the big big world that I can't imagine, that I can't even perceive. Not anymore, not yet.


"This sword is only a sword, but it reflects my life of slaying monsters and saving people, thus it tells you a whole big story with depth of me, and complexities of me. But to present such, only I can mould my aspects of such things into my Living Area and show such things to touch people's souls, my talent with sword is one of them, and my whole story is my Living Area." - He answers.


"It is one of few things that makes you really fight the selves of other people without being grounded into the objective reality. Like how you can connect your talent of one thing to present, with somebody who is good with another thing without being related. Yet the story behind Living Area each brings on the table may tie a same theme between you and your other." - Sang looks at me, continues his words.


I jump from the seat of soft ground and the warm light of the afternoon sky. I stomp softly on the green fresh grass as an apple falls down flatly onto the ground.


"That makes no sense! We have Living Area combats to show our talents and to show which one of us is more talented! And we even have standardised 'level' for that to value our 'Living Area' and our presentation! But clearly, talents can be shown through your work, not necessarily have to be shown through such intangible presentation!"


"Each individual is unique, the levels are created for we live in a standardised society with a set of needs and rules that obligate us. But that doesn't mean we should always ground ourselves with that. We can always float on the air, or better yet, plant our tree from that ground." - Sang kneels down to me, looks at me with tendering raw eyes of a country boy that grows out to be a great hero.


"But, they are defined by their intentions, hearts, minds and talents most of the time... Do you have any of that to feel like you're having an 'Area' for your own."


"Huh?" - I stutter.


But then Sang stands up, saying farewell to me, and starts to walk away slowly fading into the landscape of grey and cold buildings in front of him, holding his sword for the next adventure and some new people to save.


"Sang! Sang! Don't go! Don't leave me like this, don't leave me under their shadows!" - I scream for his name in desperation yet my legs can't move and my heart accepts it. From raising my hands towards Sang's figure, I let it fall down on the grass carpet next to me... And look at him disappearing into the landscape of grey buildings in front of me.


"I don't, Sang... It just feels the same as most people but feels distinct from them Sang..." - I continue to answer his previous question before he disappears.
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Tap, tap, tap. Fingers dance on the keyboard, and on the chat box, a text message is written out right in front of the typer immediately:


"Living Area is the reflection of a person's personality and abilities manifesting through their minds and souls."


The text is cold and automatically written...