People chatter incessantly about various things - their loves, desires, and preferences. Well, I'm not even sure what I'm talking about at this point.

But have you ever pondered this? No, perhaps you haven't, and that's fine. It's probably better that you don't. But, maybe, just maybe, you're a bit like me too? Some readers are probably already finding this boring, and that's okay. I can be quite dull myself.

Lucky are those who know how to cry. I want to... no, that would hurt too much.

Just a little while ago, I had a realization. It happened in the past too, but the truth was so bitter that I couldn't accept it. Everyone's a liar! Why? What did I do? I've been deceived since birth!

Everything is a lie: "Money isn't everything, looks aren't everything, love gets repaid with love." It's all absurd! I don't even care anymore! No, maybe that's another lie.

Sometimes, my gaze falls upon the bright, large dot in the darkened sky. The sky is devoid of any twinkle. The green meadow beneath my feet sways in the gentle breeze. The same breeze that doesn't spare my hair, causing it to sometimes tickle my nose even in the quietest moments.

But what have I done? Not much, really. There was nothing much to do. Standing there, staring blankly into the vast universe, was all I could manage.

Why can't you understand this? Humans aren't meant to achieve anything. In reality, most characters don't undergo character development; their fates are determined by specifics. And I'm pretty sure I wasn't one of those special cases. Do you want to be wildly successful in your life? Do you have desires? Do you... have hope?

I implore you, oh my fellow inmate in this prison called Life! I beseech you, don't hope, but work! Work! No... I'm wrong, it doesn't work... What's the value of any work if it doesn't provide you with a means to live? And, what kind of work would you even do?

Most people here on Earth are clueless about their purpose. We worship gods who supposedly advise us to find our purpose in life, but what harm would it have caused if they had just told us what our purpose was from the start?

Nothing! Or... am I the only one abandoned by God? Yes, that must be it. Oh, I see the flowing river in front of me, its banks lined with concrete slopes. I really don't like those zig-zag patterns on them at all. But why am I behaving as if my opinion matters anyway? Nobody values me.

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Sometimes, I do enjoy it, but I really do, trust me! It's soothing. My mind isn't racing as much right now. Is this what they call the peace that writers find? Maybe! The paper has become my eyes, shedding tears in the form of jumbled words. The fireflies! They do bring some light to the darkness, but not enough.

But that's okay, no, it's not okay at all. Hm? What's this? Am I seeing this right? A silver-like light fell on the ground beside me. There was something red, or not exactly red, but the colour eluded me. It turned violet in the blue moonlight.

"The area in my stomach... it feels sticky and liquid-like?" My hands instinctively moved to a spot where I felt a burning sensation. There was no way it could be tapped, as it already felt like something painful but crucial was leaking out. I don't know what it was, but it gradually weakened me. My already frail body, despite its fragility, had managed to escape from multiple dangers, but now it couldn't help but give way.

The next thing I knew, I had fallen onto the ground, a piece of paper with the same liquid-like colour in my other hand. The text on it was impossible to read, but it felt like something... my fingers. Something touched me, like skin, not too hard but squishy, and still a bit warm.

Sirens from a blue police jeep blared as it came speeding down the road. Blue and red lights filled the dark area and then emerged from the jeep an officer in a khaki uniform adorned with three stars. Behind him, his squad scattered, rifles in hand. The concentrated beam of a bright torchlight hit my face, blinding me momentarily.

Through the gaps in my fingers, I could see the officer recoil, his face a mix of horror, disgust, and disturbance. Then he turned his attention back to me, aiming his gun at my forehead with a determined look, ready to end me in an instant.

Was he crazy? Yeah, he probably was. Why else would he point his gun at me like that? My attention then shifted back to the strange thing I had felt, which was a bit warm, soft, no, maybe a bit hard. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was like they were going to pop out of my head at any moment.

But wait... What was I even doing here? Why had I come here in the first place? Who are you... I shouldn't be talking to you here. Oh, but there's no one here. I was just talking to myself in my own mind while I stared blankly at the officer.

The men had gathered completely now, surrounding me in a circle, their rifles aimed in my direction. The officer, in his thirties, was not too fat but not super muscular either, just an average-looking guy. His black hair was mostly hidden under his duty cap, which had a tri-lion emblem on it.

Somehow, after all I had wished for, the officer finally spoke, his voice reminiscent of a skilled interrogator. It faltered at times, but his words were clear, "You... What are you? You killed that creature!"

"Did I... Did I kill that thing? No, no, there's a misunderstanding here. But tell me, officer, who am I? And why is there a strange person beside me, covered in blood, with those long knife-like eyes and an unnaturally extended mouth? His skin... it's yellow? And his head! It's so unusually large. Could it be a brain tumour? Officer, I need help. I think I'm injured..."