Through the ages, hundreds of thousands of millenia across thousands of planets across hundreds of galaxies, you mortals seem to fixate on the dream of immortality. To escape the futility of your pitiful lives, the ever looming knowledge of your upcoming doom haunting every footstep and decision that you make. No time limit. When everything becomes a matter of when, not if, and when there is no ceiling to how far you can climb. For your joints to stay limber, your bones to stay oiled, your body, soul, and mind staying energized with a youthful appearance and demeanour. You mortals are full of shortsightedness.

Perhaps it is not your fault, the utter stupidity in which you process the world, for you cannot see what I can. You do not have the same information, and one could argue that you are doing the best you can. I, however, am not that person; while you might not be able to help your blindness, you are still blind, and you are still capable of doing nothing but irritating me. Thankfully, I grew deaf to your prayers and damnations shortly after I made the mistake of achieving eternal life.

One could assume that immortality comes with absolute power. That because not even the inevitable wheel of time can touch us, we are infallible. But as your dictionary can clearly tell you, immortality and invulnerability are not the same thing. Anybody who confuses the two is a fool- and yes, I do mean everyone. Accusing all of you of being fools is precisely my point.

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Afterall, immortality as you know it is a myth. A legend. A fairytale.

But one that is my life.

Immortality as I know it is more akin to a nightmare than anything else. I would say I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, but that isn’t true. For I have done more than wished it; I have bestowed it. And as the poor sod can attest, there is a fate worse than death- and it is to not have one.

But before I tell you of my woes, before you pity the ground beneath my feast instead of worship, thanking the gods, like me, that you are not immortal too, I shall tell you of a greater time. A happier time. A time when, loathe as I am to admit it, I was perhaps as foolish, as short sighted, as you. A time when I, too, was mortal.