My name is Arren.

Even after every person who knew this fact is no more, I alone will always remember.

I have to.

The time I lived is exceedingly long. Yet i vowed to remember every single detail. A promise I can't bring myself to break, even if the one to whom I made it is long gone.

After 120.432 years of living in this world I, alone, am still am the same.

I saw the world change countless times. Empires rising and falling. People being born and dying. Many tragedies and even a few miracles.

At first I tried to make the world a better place. Thinking I was meant to help people, that i had this... power... for a reason.

However I eventually realized my actions had no meaning. The people I raised would eventually die. The countries I protected would eventually fall to ruin and become something else. It's not that I was unable to influence history, but it would only be temporarily. Exerting influence for thousands of years would eventually result in me being labeled as a monster and hunted, forcing me to hide for a long, long time.

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Until the world forget about me that is. It happened many times. In about 6-10 thousand years I would be forgotten once more. And I would simply keep living.

I experienced everything the world had to offer. the best and worst food and drinks. The greatest pleasures and the greatest pain. I was at times a king or a famous sage, a Hero, or even a simple farmer. I reached the pinnacle of magic and martial arts I could achieve while being limited by my unchanging body.

And now I travel, in this everchanging world. Still seeking to answer questions I never could.

Still searching for an end that keeps evading me.