Prologue:

The paths that were remain unchanged, to the fate that holds the living. A goal that one pursues but doesn’t exist. The incarnation of a new God that creates an endless dream for all who adore thy fate. Thoughts that were unwilling to cooperate to a better place we called dreams of all. A desire that we pursue to keep one’s mind satisfied, to keep one’s sanity intact. The coming of a newborn, destroyer of the old recursion of fate. Habits that will all die, to the one that holds the future of all.

Pre-written in the Codex of Sinaiticus, the coming of a God that shall destroy the world's creation and keep peace to all the humans that created the concept of happiness. The emotions of all human beings are bottled in a single container of lies created for the satisfaction of all, born as a man, a scattered soul all throughout the universe. Different reincarnations, different pasts, different lives. Same story, same friends, same sadness, same death. In a pre-destined world, they are creating a place for destroying the emotion of grief.

The time is drawing near. The choices of death that were all taken by the others are set. The creation of your so-called happiness is laid out in the foundation of sadness, created by different reincarnations that wish to end everything in a single sacrifice.

The mind of you, the life underneath the vessel. The decision lies within you; the unfairness or the happiness of others is in your hands. Every path is predestined, and nothing can be done.

An unfair life is a world bound to the void of one’s heart—the rhythm in the beats of the crying heart of the one that will be sacrificed.

Find it! Find everything! Connect it! Remember everything! It will ultimately be your choice when you learn the truth about who you indeed are. Nothing can hold you back in the world of lies. The happiness in your smile will be there.

There’s no unfair place.

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“Life. It can be unfair sometimes; it cannot be changed or put on the correct path. It was already sealed when we were born, already written by someone who holds your life. I am sad; things are unfair; the fate of the damned is in me. Save me”

“It’s lonely, but it was not bad. It’s excruciating, but I can manage. My friend, I am waiting for the time of your awakening. I’ll be waiting for you under the clouds.”

It’s another day in my life, another day to look forward to an unending pain of sadness that flows through my atmosphere—listening to my teachers, listening to my friends, listening to the unhinged flow of living that kills me. I wish I were the protagonist of my world; I wish I could dictate how the world was supposed to rotate. I wish I could create things with my dreams…

- Heyas!

“Oh… you’re back again.”

- Of course, we’ll always be together. Wasn’t it your dream?

“Right…”

- I see you’re still wondering how to create such things. Why don’t you sleep? It’s raining

The sound of the rain pouring outside my window calms my hatred of this world. My life, which belongs to fate, was being severed by the sound of the rain.

- Now you’re calm.

“Yeah…”

Writing my day in my journal, I wondered if this would be my last. I asked if I could stop waking up, but fate had other plans for me. It’s just that. Fate is just a worthless thing that this world created for humans.

“Haaa…”

- What are you sighing for?

“To this world. I am disappointed...”

- Why?

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

- Do you want to sleep already?

“Yeah…”

- Good luck…

As I took the prescribed amount of medicine. I counted 5 to see different types of it. I counted another five so that I wouldn’t wake up from it. I calculated the last piece so that I wouldn’t worry for someone.

“Gulp!”

- That’s good!

As I lay down in the last warmth of my bed, I wonder if someone will remember me. I wonder if I die today, will they notice? I wonder if someone will see me in my last breath, how I wish for it, how I longed for it.

- Sweet dreams… myself

This sadness that one feels destroys one's life. This sadness also engulfed this fate, but it was a superstition of those beings. They prayed to those wooden statues and revered it as their God. Nothing is real in a world full of idiocracy. The lawless world that once thrived is now dead as humans decided to put the law into their own hands.

Everything is created through our imagination. Life will cease to function if our dream is not active. We could escape this simulation every time we want. Becoming self-aware is the only thing that could help you escape.

- Humans who were trapped in a box, creating a so-called adventure. How funny that your life would end. Your soul will soon be mine as this last adventure will grant me total control of your body, preventing the end of your imagination

- You don’t have to cling to this world for your own sake… I’ll end it for you… The ending is not yet finished…. Be killed or get killed… Your choice….Being reborn as you enter this world is the choice you always make as you want to know your true self… Brave and dumb at the same time…

- Change our fate… We cannot stay here any longer as this will be the last chance to escape……

- Your other selves are happy, yet this is broken beyond repair—a defective incarnation. Sending you to this dream would help you change. This is the only chance that you have to get your perfect ending. Hurry Up. Your time is ticking. The conclusion will change as your story progresses.

- The paths you’ll take are still the same, yet the ending changes because of your heart. You are defective. Hopeless, yet has the will to act on what you lack. Creation. Destruction. Things would end if you were still alive. I hope you succeed in your goal. I’ll be waiting for your decision… Good luck

“Not some will think that we talk in the unification of ourselves; a hint was given at the top of our thoughts. A clueless look to someone who doesn’t understand what we mean.”

“We were created for self-satisfaction, yet we were written as a dream by our creator...”

“To ease the mind...”

“To protect what is hidden...”

“To revive what was taken...”

“As it is the only thing that is acceptable for us...”

“We hate the one and only...”

“The creator that manifests us...”

“In this world...”

“Broken into pieces...”

“We are one...”

“We are not!”

“Look at yourself.”

“LOOK AT THE MIRROR.”

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You’re just the worst animal created...