My mother always told me:

'If you can't sleep, count sheep.'

I never knew the meaning behind the word 'sheep'. Time after time, I asked her what a sheep is, but without any pictures or videos, her attempts were for naught... But one day she told me:

'You are right! How can someone count the things he doesn't even understand? So, in that case, you should count prime numbers!'

Whenever I felt scared, stressed, angry, or could not fall asleep, she always told me to count prime numbers. That was one of her mottos, one of her catchphrases! Her catchphrases were always somehow connected to math... She loved math! She adored it!!! She always told me about the importance of math, and the importance of numbers, especially prime ones.

Prime numbers!?

Numbers that can only be divided by themselves and the number one without remainders. That is their only trait, nothing more and nothing less, It is the only way you can tell apart prime and non-prime numbers. You mean those prime numbers?!

Are there other prime numbers that I should know about, Ann Marie?!

No... but don’t you think, it is a little bit ridiculous, bossu?!

My mother was obsessed with prime numbers. She always talked about their so-called strength, and how they could never be controlled by others, how they could never be changed by the influence of other numbers.

'It is futile!'

I am sorry to break it down to you bossu, but there is nothing unique about prime numbers, they are simply a random part of math with a special trait, and there is no so-called strength.

Well that's where you are wrong Ann Marie. Math just like many fields of science and phycology is a tool created by mankind to find reason within reality, math is the study of the true nature of the universe, The Entity Of Everything itself, Math holds the keys of existence itself that's why even the smallest part of it can and will reveal a deeper meaning about ourself and the reality that we live in, that's why they posses strength.

You see, I agree with you that math is all mighty, but! your mother's case of Prime Numbers, I cannot.

Ann Marie are you familiar with the term, "Battle Of Division?!"

'life is a battle of division, who can divide who, Who has more factors, who will reach one first, the victor is decided the moment both opponents step into the ring, this is a battle of size, a contest of strength, a war where the strong will always win, and the little guy is reduced to nothing.'

If life is simply a battle of division then a person is just a number, and his weaknesses will be its factors, his loved ones, his dreams, his identity, everything! All of his weaknesses are simply factors that one could use to reduse him to nothing, or in other words divide him. People exist to hurt each other, every action a person takes, in the end, will result in the suffering of the other, the only way you can survive within this reality is to become the one who hurts, the one who divides, a being that no one else will be able to divide then, and if that individual still exists, that you cannot afford to have any weaknesses, any factors! you must reach the point that the only one who can exploit your weaknesses, is yourself and yourself only, and even if you have a weakness, you must reach the point where it means nothing to you, to the point where if they would try to divide you with it, nothing will happen.

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Mmmmmm divition by 1 changes nothing….. I must say you and your mom do have a point bossu.

The strongest numbers are Prime Numbers! They are immortal, endless, Eternal, Unstoppable, Inevitable, Fundamental! The only way they could be changed is by themselves, or as my mother explained:

'That's why we call them prime numbers! Because just like prime predators! No one besides themselves can hunt them down.'

True victory can be only achieved by those who are Prime Numbers. To those who truly understand the principle, the fundamental value of Prime Numbers. That's why she told me that I must become a Prime number. That was yet another motto of hers, yet another catchphrase! That’s how she lived her life, how she taught me to live. That's how she told me I could achieve my dream. My flawless victory! That motto was truly a troublesome one but I am thankful for it, but back then I never understood it, or any other catchphrases of hers! And to be honest, I thought I would never understand... But now I know! After everything I went through, starting with that RED world...

Standing at the center of the world, unable to remember how he got to this point, and unable to realize the situation that he got himself into. was our Protagonist for this tale, a 15-year-old boy wearing a gray knit cap with its top missing, a Simple Undershirt with an odd symbol colored in RED and a pair of torn-up shorts, with a simple glance you could easily realize the boy's living conditions his clothes were so old, so torn up, so ugly and smelly, you could barely even call them clothes, even by only looking at his hair, you could easily understand how poor he is, his long messy dirty hair, which hasn't been cut properly in ages, it even came out from his knit cap, like it was part of it, man how ugly can he be?! Even his build was a sorry excuse for a 15-year-old boy, with no fat or barely muscles, he looked like a lining skeleton-human hybrid, at least he knew how to count. Ka!-ka!!-ka!!!-ka!!!!-ka!!!!!-ka!!!!!!!

Back then, I could not even comprehend the mess I got myself into, I had no memories from before that reality, even my earliest memory, was of me opening my eyes and seeing absolutely nothing Like I was a blind old man. Back then, even without my memories, which included my knowledge and understanding of the world I knew something was wrong, like there was someone or something that wanted me to close them, yelling at me!

'Close your eyes, Protagonist'

To close my eyes, to see that hellish of a world, to see that world of red, to see the truth, and to escape that never-ending dream. A never-ending dream, filled with nothingness, a nightmare made of emptiness. No matter where I looked and for how long I tried, all I was able to see was absolutely nothing. No color could describe that sight; no color could scratch how empty this world is. I didn't know for how long I was in that reality, but it felt like I had been there for ages. It felt like nothing good was going to happen. I tried screaming, crying, yelling, singing, dancing, everything that I could think about, but nothing happened. Nothing changed, like I had done nothing at all.

The Protagonist:

I can't feel them! My arms, my legs, my face, everything! It's like I don’t even exist... The only thing I know for real is you, my sun, the star that can shine through this darkness. Your beauty can blind the largest black holes, your intelligence can make the smartest people look like newborn babies, and your strength can even rival the worst bombs that mankind has ever created! All my life, I tried to achieve 1% of your greatness. There was not a single second where I walked a different path than what you have paved for me. Everything that I have done in my entire meaningless existence was for you and only for you. I would have destroyed the entire world if you would ask me to. So please forgive me, my sun, as I close my eyes.

And without any warning, that hellish trial, my story has officially begun...