Canvas Aksara
Prologues

Prologues.

Silent. and dark.

Panji opened his eyes and found himself in a stuffy dark room. His body felt floating, he could not feel a foothold. Panji's hand groped in the dark hoping to get a grip. All he found was emptiness.

A deep silence dominated the eyes. Panji can hear the roar of his breath that began to sting along with an irregular heartbeat. The banner turned in all directions but still there was no speck of color other than dark in his view.

Until, a speck of light appeared out of nowhere. Making the banner riveted, he then tried to reach it. One more step he could grasp the speck of light, suddenly the light was extinguished making the banner pecking in place. However, later pieces of the gray puzzle appeared one by one and twisted every part of the memories in his life.

Panji is stunned at the various puzzle that shows the events he experienced in the past in such detail. Sometimes he smiles warmly, sometimes feels sad, sometimes also chuckles amused about various things in his life that are played like a movie of memories.

Until he was unable to express himself again when the playback of memories was getting faster and uncontrollable. All like thousands of information that forced into the Panji memory room to exceed its capacity to make it overwhelmed. Panji felt like his head was about to break due to the amount of information that came. Voices echoed, pictures sprung up. Each overlap and rotate quickly so that Panji difficult to digest each part.

Until among the swirl of fast-spinning memories, the figure of a child who was very similar to Panji as a child appeared. And when they faced each other, when the eyes met in a straight line, like magic all felt blurry for Panji. The flooded memory blasts stopped changing the void. Staying silent, quiet, and tight that suddenly roared Panji's chest. Staring at the figure of a small child in front of him made Panji feel a visible wound.

The little boy smiled until his eyes narrowed like a crescent moon. The chest of Panji rumbled, warmly running each cell besides the pseudo longing stomping strongly without knowing where to go presents a torturous tightness. Without knowing the reason, Panji fell to his knees with a face flooded with tears. He sobbed, cried so hard he wanted to breathe even he was confused how to do it. Panji's feelings were violent, his agonizing longing as well as nameless wounds made his heart throb. Wh who? Wh why? The questions came and no one got an answer.

The little boy cupped Panji's face in great confusion and pain. Her two warm and delicate little hands swept through Panji's tears. Like a fresh breeze, a familiar feeling crept past the Panji. Grey form wounds with sadistic tormenting his heart.

As if it had not been enough to get there, Panji was confused again when a thick liquid of blood red flowed from all sides and fell like rain that carried with it a terrible scent of carnation. Baking pennant. He was still silent until unconsciously the little boy had disappeared somewhere. Silence enveloped the Panji that was riveted for quite a long time. Until suddenly he was startled by a high roar as if a raging starving monster wanted to destroy the universe. Undone in surprise, men in military uniforms and full-fledged weapons came from nowhere. They blindly attacked and shot in all directions.

The spontaneity of the banner makes him close his eyes to endure the pain of lead which will soon penetrate the skin tore through the flesh and break the seed. However, Panji did not feel anything after the seconds passed next. Just a splash of warm wicker liquid made him open his eyes.

The figure of the little boy who was very similar to Panji with a black crescent moon-robed necklace stood with a body full of blood in front of Panji. Blood flowed from every part of his body, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, stomach, chest, everything. Everything is bleeding which makes Panji slit. The next incident rolled quickly, a huge explosion occurred and the child was swallowed in the flames. The banner roared hysterically until a red blazing fire also engulfed him and closed his gaze.

Pennants jerked. His eyes were staring at the ceiling. His hunting breath was being cold sweat flooding all over the body. He touched his chest where his heart was beating irregularly there. The nightmare that he experienced made the fear carried over until when he returned to his consciousness.

Stuffy. The pennant coughed and hit his own chest. He sobbed and cried in the dim darkness between the cold that the universe was presenting at the time of this morning.

This is not the case once or twice. Panji often falls asleep and gets caught up in similar nightmares. With the same pain, the same tightness, the same pain that kept coming every time he woke up with a face full of tears. A faint flash of memory comes like a missing piece asking Panji to find it. However, as hard as he tried to remember it all just felt blurry and disappeared leaving Panji with an incomplete question.

Tired of crying that he did not understand the reason, Panji went to the bathroom. He stood in front of the sink, momentarily looking at his reflection in the mirror. His gaze fell on a necklace on his neck. A necklace that never left wrapped around his neck, which he himself did not know where it came from, which he felt was very valuable, which just by looking at it alone could make Panji feel warm and comfortable. Necklace with a black crescent moon pendulum that is often seen in his dreams.

Panji sighed profusely. He washes his face harshly when he feels his eyes are heating up and warm liquid accumulates preparing to spurt from there. From the cold water that touched the surface of his skin, Panji felt the tightness of his chest was not slightly treated. There was an indeterminate turmoil that made him feel guilty. Feels like....

When you feel really want to meet someone, but don't know who.

In the end, Panji decided to no longer sleep at the end of the night. He sat in front of the canvas scraping various colors with a brush. Which for a moment made him forget everything that made him tormented.