u/Just_A_Stu_Pid

[Guys i started to write story, but well i am not that good. So i use chat gpt for some help can someone tell me what I need to learn .

Here something i just wrote related to new ch of my story ch-9 .( First - raw , second - chat gpt)

I don't read much novels so i really need help.]

(RAW)

Let's try to make imagine torso it would make breathing and swallowing easier.

Closing his eyes once again.

Slowly slowly time passed.

Opening his eyes after sometime.

Aughh it's so hard to imagine my torso . Why is that ? I can't do it , it was already hard enough to imagine my neck. Let's get back to basics things like arm or legs.

That's right those are easier ig . Let's do it.

Each sec spend like gold for merchant, care with precisely with something precious .

One thread of light to second than third just like that knitting a whole hand one after another one came . With bit of rest with same care of thread formed leg .

While he was igniting light in darkness inside his mind . Real World was closing his eyes even more than him.

Darkness took over the real world making, the only warmth around the world push back .

Everything felt as if silence it's breathing, with that silence a ray come piercing through. It felt beautiful at first , but what it's bring second feel dreadful as ever making shadow of sky scavenger rise one again in it's moon light.

A cold sweat run down the body. Even tho all his focus was inside in his mind forming a body , it couldn't be helped if body itself remember what mind don't.

Once again There was darkness, but there was also light not crimson but beautiful and gentle something that felt incomplete yet make u feel home. But even with all these nothing can felt like that thing....... Well.... above all there was... ... .... ..... Silence. .....

Inside that silence a form finally start taking place made from light . Hands ,legs laying on dark ground like they are tangling with a tiny thread of light in middle connecting them.

(GPT)

"Let's try the torso… that should make breathing easier… swallowing too."

He closed his eyes again.

Time passed.

Slowly.

When he opened them again—

a strained sound escaped him.

"…it's too hard…"

"…why is it so hard to imagine…"

"…the torso…"

A pause.

"…no…"

"…I can't do this yet…"

"…even the neck was difficult…"

"…go back…"

"…arms… legs…"

"…those are easier…"

"…start there…"

He steadied himself.

"…again…"

Time moved slowly.

Each second—

precious.

Like something a merchant would guard carefully.

He built it step by step.

One thread of light.

Then another.

Then another.

Slowly—

a hand began to form.

Incomplete at first.

Then clearer.

More stable.

He paused.

Rested.

Then continued.

The same threads—

weaving again.

Carefully—

a leg formed.

Not perfect.

But there.

Inside his mind—

light moved in darkness.

But outside—

the world was changing.

His eyes—

closed tighter.

Darkness spread across the sky.

The last warmth faded.

Silence filled everything—

like the world itself was holding its breath.

Then—

a thin ray of light pierced through.

Beautiful at first.

Soft.

Gentle.

But what followed—

was not.

The sky shifted.

Something moved.

A shadow—

rose again under the moonlight.

His body reacted.

Cold sweat ran down his skin.

Even though his focus stayed inside—

his body remembered.

Something his mind couldn't.

Inside—

there was still darkness.

But also light.

Not crimson.

Something softer.

Gentler.

Incomplete—

yet familiar.

Like something that could be called home.

But even that—

wasn't everything.

Above it—

beyond it—

there was—

…

Silence.

…

And inside that silence—

a form began to take shape.

Made of light.

Hands.

Legs.

Lying in darkness.

Disconnected.

Yet—

linked.

A thin thread of light—

running through them.

Holding them together.