I feel omniscient from this perspective.
But the perspective is slowly being taken from me—as though I'm being rewritten. Modified like a machine.
The old me would've fought that. But the current me… has seen too much.
The first transparent, willful organism to split itself in the game of fate—kneeling before the preordained futility of the universe—was not the ape that walked upright.
It was something else. Biochemistry. Alien to mankind. Floating on a golden mountain farther than the universe itself.
And whatever organism that first split, that became man through the collection of information and the burden of a role in the great game—it is the only being that can comprehend how deeply I am dying inside in this moment.
What the hell is going on?
I'm engulfed in a light that feels vampiric in terms of nature.
I'm choking in air like a fish out of water, met with a rainy day that reminds me of home.
Take me back.
"Mii-lady, I believe your child has such... um... such black eyes."
"They're not black," said a pale witch, smiling at the ugly fleshy vessel I'd become.
She was trying to kill me. I had nothing to stop her.
Would I die again?
No—wait. I never died.
I was dreaming.
Oh. Right.
I'm being born.
This is the first time I've been alive.
"Welcome to the world, Thales Miray," said some being. "I'm your mother, Lilith. Your card is here at last."
Thales…? I'm Thales?
"Lady Miray, your son looks just like you. He possesses no blemishes on his skin—he is pure."
"Well of course," she replied. "I know you're a mere servant, but he—"
(…to be continued)