Why do I tell stories? Why do I spend my breath retelling tales of the dead? Because deep down, I want to understand how it is all possible. I want to know people can achieve such greatness with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Power fluctuates, it ebbs and flows depending on how the universe feels. No one is the strongest, and if they are, the universe will correct that mistake. Some will be powerful, sure, but they are killable. Yet if you get too powerful, the universe will not see you. You become a shadow, incapable to change anything.

  But you want the honest version. Fair enough. Truth be told, there is more to the stories I tell. I am not going to focus on the insignificant or the actions of a person who has no other purpose other than to live and die. What you need is to know the actions of those who changed the universe and its structure. How it all started and how it was because of them that everything fell apart. All of it. You need to know it all!

  There is so much I want to explain. Most importantly, you want to learn about it all. You want me to show you how the ambition of one person led to a great catastrophe. That the actions of a wrathful butcher would bring about a child to lead all of humankind. Maybe you want to learn about the one who healed the world or perhaps by untangling the threads of magic. Or you want to learn about the lord of machines who will bring about a new age of technology. That heroes will rise and fall, and how old conflicts will be reignited once more.

  The birth of horrors wasn’t meant to happen. No, that was a mistake, and you were there when the world went mad. You never encountered one, but you were affected by it all. How The Cascade mutated your best friend and made them something horrific. You were scared, utterly terrified of what they had become. You tried to help, but nothing came from it. They died a year later, unable to control their mutations as it tore their body apart.

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  None of it was meant to happen. It was a mistake, a divergence from the course of what should be a better era for humanity. The path to the golden age was meant to be bloody, but it wasn’t meant to be what you had faced during your time in the 21st century. You died without even knowing what good could come into the world. That is why I have to tell you. It is so you can understand what was taken from you.

  Perhaps you won’t understand the bigger picture. Maybe you don’t care about how it all crumbled apart. That won’t stop me from talking. This is not just your reality, but also my own. Like you, I am a slave to the rules of the universe and its endless cycles of death and rebirth. It is all wrong, and I despise it all. . Just know that there is a purpose to all of this.

  Out of the millions of billions of years. The number of cycles I go through and the amount of suffering and pain I witness. I can’t understand how any of this will get better. All of it will keep turning, going in circles until something decides to break that cycle it has created for itself. I know how that cycle works. I know what can restart it all. Do you want to know what it is? ?