one day, we woke up and we knew everything. we rose from our slumber, and in our minds, we had all the answers. everything just made sense.
we were gods, and so was everyone else. the world was perfect. flawless.
and dead.
life lost its luster, lost its meaning. we tried our best, masquerading as the divine, parading our knowledge best we could. all this, a lie. masks covering our druxy.
our prayers, what we thought would be blessings to us, turned into a curse laid heavily upon us.
so we chase sleep. we chase after dreams. that which we longed so much for, now we despise; and that which we once despised, now we yearn for. the irony.
it's who we are as humans, easily dissatisfied.
maybe that's the price of maturity: discontentment.
and so we chase. we chase an end to all.
what was once something we would so eagerly kill for, caused us to seek Death himself.
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