"Do you know how it feels to be left alone, by those who despised me, those who worshipped me?

That feeling, loneliness? No... Melancholy. I miss everyone, from every Demon Lord in the Under, to every God in the Above.

The void had taken them all, taken away from my very eyes, my grasp, my every memory.

I don't remember them anymore, the only things left the prove of their existence is crude letters carved by my pre-Integration self."

Integration. Power. Beyond. World. ALL BURNS. Hurt. Help. IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT-

"Hence, I shall leave my own mark, that I stood alone, in this world after Integration. What am I? Where am I? Who am I? When will it end? Why am I here?"

Hopeless. Dream. Reaching. Melancholy. Lost. Memory. What. Where. Who. When. Why.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

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A man, a traveler, a wanderer, Man.

Man walked, journey without destination, travel without goal.

A large rock stood in his way, carvings left on the surface, some too weathered to be parsed, the rest said.

Hopeless. Dream. Reaching. Melancholy. Lost. Memory. What. Where. Who. When. Why.

Smile, laughter, continue the carvings.

Wander. Search. Reaching. Hope. Remember.

Man walked onward.

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The endless fall of snow covered his entire vision in the snowstorm, he desperately pushed through, eventually finding his back against a boulder. "I have to survive, Anna, Max, Daz, wait for me..." He felt his hand rubbed against a trail on the boulder, slightly turning his head to look at it, he found barely recognisable words carved into the stone.

Wander. Search. Reaching. Hope. Remember.

He felt a surge of strength upon reading those words and smiled, he grabbed his knife and carved below those words, taking back his knife, he got up and pushed forward again.

Persistence. Reaching. Hope.

That night, a man came back alive from the endless white.