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A star is like a heart, it is a brittle piece that you need to live and one mistake is all to take your life.

People grow, people learn, people die. A working course of life, with me being a god damned exception. I neither grow nor can I die and nothing left to learn. I'm far from being omniscient, it would be a surprise if anyone actually could be omniscient.

Billion years have I haunted the existence. Amassed knowledge, forgotten knowledge and at one point just outright ignored it. What for is knowledge, if you can't use it. What for are emotions if you can't share them. This whole being me feels like a big joke made to break my mind and send me into instanity. Maybe I'm already insane. Maybe I'm already lost to everyone.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

For centuries I've been hearing whispers of the past. No matter where I went, they were always present, nagging on my soul. How many people have I seen die, how many souls could I have saved if I had the power to interract with the physical world. Yet all I can do is wait and watch. Wait for nothing, watch everything. I am a shadow, I don't exist, yet something in me says I am needed.

To end ones life, suicide, frowned upon and even condemned by all sentient beings, is my one and only wish. Eternal rest, that is what I want. Magic, science or occultism, I tried everything without success. Even Blackholes that are said to destroy everything that enters them could barely hold me, yet alone kill me. The most devestating soul magic can barely be used as a backscratcher. Every deity I called fled upon seeing me even though I couldn't touch them.

What am I to be so feared and everlasting that nothing can stop me from doing nothing.