The Modern Era of Humanity has given birth to a great many inventions, but of all the grand discoveries, world-changing products, and heaven-defying revelations, there exists none more illustrious than the ever-expanding creative industry. Replace reality for escapism, for we have no need for it here as we pave roads further away from our problems, exchange pain for something- anything as long as it keeps us distracted. Your face, your person has no use here. Become an imitation, an illusion of an idea, of this hollow image you’re selling. Advertised forever as a product, never a human, yet viewed as larger still. Talents that are no longer yours, trade them away for your desires, signed permanently to the ownership of black-towered buildings that pierce the clouds, yet never see the beauty in the heights, only the profits. This Modern Era of Humanity has indeed given birth to a great many inventions. An ocean wave carries us forward, and we’re but the trash caught in its current. So let us be swept away, at least creativity will always remain creative, with some spark of humanity within it. Yes, this is simply change. Nothing better, nor anything worse than it was before. Completely natural, like burning your past to the ground, killing your old self, and casting your name into the fire. I am- was Seina Kanemoto. But she is dead, and I am the empty void that remains. An empty void of a soul perfectly suited at immersing myself as someone else. As a character on a stage, a part in a play, or a role in a movie. I am not a person, I am an actress. And a character is always played by an actress. I enjoy the charade, the only time I am able to truly feel. It's better this way, I’m sure of it.