"I sought the freedom of nothingness, and was instead condemned to the tyranny of a second life."

This new world, a stage of petty wars and grand illusions, demanded a performance. But I am a poor actor. The sickness in my soul was too plain to see. They saw my detachment not as a wound, but as a strength. They asked me to play the part of a god, to weigh one life against the suffering of thousands, and in my arrogance, I gave them their answer.

I committed a perfect sin, and in doing so, shattered the last mirror of myself. From the pieces, a laugh echoed. A freedom born not of righteousness, but of absolute despair. Now I am a question walking through a dying world: If a man has the power to burn away the lies, does he have the right?

And still, a boy with the foolish light of faith in his eyes follows me. He sees a monster, a savior, a riddle. He does not see the truth. He is the final answer to it, a single bloom that will rise from the ashes of a world I intend to burn.