Numb. Empty. Dead.
What is the meaning of this life?
Growing up drained my hope, shattered my dreams, and hollowed me out.
Ah… life… why?
In the void, I stare into the abyss…the place I’m heading, blindly.
No light. No wind. No warmth.
Only a dry, lifeless space.
A violent dance between chaos and death.
I lost my breath. It slipped from my grasp.
I thought I was in control.
I thought… I was living.
But all I was doing was moving closer to hell.
The road to hell… it felt like heaven.
But was it heaven?
I’m like the thirsty wanderer who mistook sand for water.
In my youth, I felt it… Happiness.
Until a storm came and buried my breath.
It wasn’t sudden death.
No… it was a slow, creeping decay that felt like mere days,
but in truth, it stole years.
Now I don’t even know where they’re taking me.
Where?
Wherever it is… I don’t want to see the final destination.
I have to stop this caravan, no matter the cost.
But how?
They chained me up.
No… I chained myself.
How do you defeat an enemy,
when the enemy… is you?
It’s a cruel paradox.
Like a moon with two faces,
he knows everything about me
my hopes, my fears, my weaknesses.
How can I win?
Ah… whatever.
All I know is I must break these chains.
Chains?
So I’m no longer in the void.
I… I see them.
Thank God.
Now… what should I do?
Let me see…
