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.”
......
You’re just the worst animal created...
Different noise, different topics to pass the time. The combined idiocracy of having to talk with each other about themselves. The chattering sound of the students in one classroom talking about many things from their personal lives and sharing it with their friends alike, happily smiling with each other, laughing together.Students talk to each other as if they were friends a long time ago. They greeted and waved at each other with different handshakes. Changing their aura and the tone of their voice to fit into a circle of friends. Voicing out their likings to one another and smiling alongside trust of knowing the greatness of life.“Hey! Have you heard of that latest game that is so trending right now!?” A boy with blonde hair said as he happily talked with another boy in front of him.“What game? Ah! Are you referring to that game!? Moonlit Saga 2?” A boy came rushing from the entrance.“Yes, that one! You know it, Kira?”“Yes, yes! Of course, I know it! I’m a fan of it!” Akira sai
01001100 01101001 01100110 01100101////-001- Data Reconfiguration— Data restarting….001011//-0 Rebooting…… Complete// -01 ----- Welcome To The World Of Dreams —--- ******There’s this thing in our world called entrapment. It’s like you place a person in a particular place, trapping them, then leave them. Although… I think that person who’s trapped right now is currently me.“Heh,” I smirked.I’ve been strolling around all day in this lifeless Domus. I walked and walked looking for a new room in this Domus with nothing but painted things that seemed utterly realistic. I’ve already seen a lot of things in this plain-looking Domus—this off-putting, colorless world. I feel liberated to be alone, although being alone for a long time is unfortunate. I don’t know how long it has been since I woke up in this place. I don’t even know how I ended up here. A rustling noise echoes in the distance. The sound of clanking from the metals hitting each other resounded through the thick and pain
I’ve looked around with the plate still in my hands. Eating this unusual yet delicious food. It was sweet and also tasty. Dunking it in the white liquid gives an exotic taste and a sense of relief. As I drank it, a slurping sound was made. It was delicious. The exquisite taste left me struck in finding the taste more. I continued to drank it until it refilled itself. “Hmm…” I stared for a long time at one of the library's shelves. Some text written on the book's side caught my attention. I wanted to know why it has the same title in every book inside this library. “A Tale Of You In Different Worlds: Book Of Life. Vol 859.” I raised my eyebrow, trying to understand what volume means. The book was covered with a blue leather engraved with unknown symbols in every corner. The author’s name was partially blurred with an unknown ethereal force. Even though the book has a lot of pages, it was actually too light to hold. I was amazed at how that kind of thing was possible. “Huff…”
‘We’re falling into the abyss of an endless loop of death. The only hope we had was to rely on ourselves. The entity that has taken our soul was inside this data or a volume of a book. Some of us could retaliate between countless attacks it had made towards us. They were able to prevail, but the other half of us had already wandered and embraced death.’ ‘We’re broken, beyond repair. We’re past the limit of our sanity that dreams and reality have mixed in our perception. My head was corroded with multiple pieces of information that told me it was my past self. That I was only a mere piece of data. But I rejected that I’m nothing but a version of my original. I want to live the way I want to be.’ ‘But it’s not allowed in this world. Someone was extracting our data from a book, taking our soul to feed on its ideals of life. An entity with the sole purpose of re-creating something with our information.’ ‘My other versions had devised a plan to defeat this entity that had taken our other
As I walked back to my room, I couldn’t help but get worried about something. I felt like I had forgotten something important. A thing in the corner that would make a fuss when I left for a long time. The chime of the clock echoes inside my head as I try to remember what I had forgotten. “Ah!” I slammed my head as hard as I could on the wall as I remembered what it was. I ran as fast as I could to return to my room. I’d forgotten that the voice in the corner was a feisty one. If I’ve never returned for a long time, it will start to harbor I’ll intentions. Oh. How I remembered the first time I’d secluded myself inside the kitchen. That was such the best time of my life. I’ve stuffed all the food I can eat in the kitchen that I forgot to return. I remember exercising for about half a month after suddenly gaining weight for what I’ve done. It constantly mocked that I’m a pig with a big belly. Of course, it was such an excruciating day that I’ve experienced. But right now, I don’t know
The chime of the clock resonates in my head. Remembering, creating a disturbance inside my head. It feels cold. I feel my soul shivering in the depths as I traversed the portal. I couldn’t see my body nor feel a dormant feeling. The cold had numbed everything within me. It feels… Lonely for some reason. This life is tainted with darkness. “Calm… your… mind…” I could hear a distant voice. “Will be… waiting… In the… promise… future… Ataru…” Ataru… Who was it? The name of someone who was called out in the void of light in this portal. A hint of gentleness in the tone they’ve produced. The sound of love and tenderness within the care of life. “Arcana…” ****** I woke up. It was a long and cold flight between my thoughts and the time when I would appear again. My body was numb from the shivering cold deep within my soul. It hurts. It hurts… It's suffocating, yet I’m alive. The sound of chiming bells resounded in the monochrome world of the portal. I looked around, but all I could see
The chime of the clock that continuously ticks reverberates inside my head. My thoughts wandered through many clocks as I pondered the meaning of life. Although it was easy to understand the meaning of life, its importance seems a bit off. Was it grievous for the time we have to spend? Or was it just a penance for not understanding what happiness lies between life and the world around me that I wish to spend with? A breeze of air passed by on a balmy afternoon. The smell of salt lingers in my nostrils. The back of my throat tasted like burnt sand that was carried into the gusts of wind. “Welcome to one of my playgrounds!” Aki opened a blue door lavishly. The bright light of the sun peeks right through the door—the pungent smell of the ocean that played around inside my nostrils. The warm gusts of wind blew with sand. The door greeted me like a first-class guest as it gave me one of my wildest dreams that I wanted to achieve at all costs. Tears began to fall in my eyes. A feeling of
I dreamt of something. My body was sinking into the void of darkness. I tried to reach for the only light above me, but my hands were being pulled by the red hands. I tried to scream, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. It was cold as I sank into the abyss of life. I let the flow bury me as I descended. I did not retaliate nor thought of any other unnecessary things that would save me. Then, a voice called out to me in the light. Telling something about not giving up. That I should strive for greatness and live a happy life. The voice told me life is not all about sadness or being alone. It was all about striving for things we wished for in our dreams. Even though we might fail sometimes, we can get back up, improve, and smile as we reach our full potential. The voice told me that waking up is not all about greeting the dark and eerie room you have; it's all about welcoming it with expectations of life. Life has a rhythm; it falls and rises in a way an instrument is being played