Sometimes I wonder what it all means, you know?

Why are we here?

What are we supposed to do?

How do we feel anything at all?

I look at the clouds, and see shapes and stories, but they're just water and air. They don't care about me or you or anyone. They just float by, changing and fading. Maybe that's how we are too. Maybe we're just clouds in human form, drifting through life without a purpose or a direction. Maybe emotions are just illusions, tricks of the mind to make us think we matter. But do we really? Do I really?

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What's so great about me?

What's so great about you, reader? Does your existence have any meaning? At least, we know that clouds can give water and snow.

I wonder if the answer is simple, or if the complexity of it all is beyond a mortal's grasp.

Follow me, as I lead you into a world full of emotions, ones that I do not have in my heart. Maybe... just maybe...we can figure it out.

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