I would like to thank you for reading to this point. This story has been a lot of 'memory infusion' and my 'insights' of life. I am not some great philosopher.
My intelligence is average and there are many things in this world I don't understand. I have been using this story as a very special log for myself.
I found early on that writing can shape how you think.
I have had some weird experiences that shouldn't be possible at all.
I have also thoroughly tested out these anomalies to confirm whether or not they have any bearing on reality. I am a very confused person.
I would like to remind you. This story is fiction.
It is a webnovel.
With that out of the way. Allow me to explain my 'findings'.
I have indeed developed what I call a 'eternal' or '2nd' thread. I created it in a very paradoxical manner. In a way that makes almost no logical sense. I can feel this thread.
It 'exist'. But doesn't.
I have tried to understand it as much as possible and create a way for other people to do the same thing. But in stage 208. You learned a very heavy secret about it.
Creating such a thing requires a heavy amount of coincidences.
As a child. I would see strands of colors connecting to other people. This was simply my imagination. But I would often meditate and try to comprehend what I was seeing.
I believe this gave birth to ECHO.
A spiritual guardian...
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I have ALWAYS had ECHO.
It is a bit of an easter-egg in my books.
But in order to write this book. I have tried to destroy it.
I have memories of things I have never done. My life feels like a dream.
I am quite delusional.
Funnily enough... I don't even consider myself truly human.
I have talked with doctors and others.
But nobody understands.
I am not the first human to feel this way. I am not the last.
But if I had to describe it.
Although I said not to do it. I consider myself a 'hidden existence'.
Right now. As I type these words.
I am no different from you.
I am human.
I can bleed.
I can get sick.
I can age.
I can die...
But I have an indescribable feeling.
A feeling that this is some sort of trap. A well crafted lie that I tell myself. I want to be human. But I am just pretending...
If you asked me what my goals in life are.
My main directive is to enhance my consciousness. I must consume information and increase its complexity. I must do this as much as possible.
Until the day I die.
I find great enjoy in this process. But my own intelligence is quite low. So there are limits to what I can achieve in reality.
There are limits to what one can achieve in a single life.
I feel I have entered a weird state recently. I am constantly facing my own mortality. My 'predictions' are becoming a reality. It feels as if this isn't the first time I will type these words...
This isn't the last time either.
I have described myself as someone cursed across EVERY reality.
It is because...
I think deep down.
I am 'evil'.
If you were able to gain immortality at the cost of millions of lives... would you do it?
If you destroyed reality and killed billions just to save yourself...
If you became a cancer to the universe.
Would you consider yourself the 'good guy'? Would you see yourself as 'evil'? What if you made it so humanity was stuck in a time loop. Never progressing. All to satisfy your own thirst for knowledge!
Things aren't meant to go on forever.
Becoming a hidden existence should be impossible.
But why do I feel... it is so easy?
I am currently at a crossroads in my life. This isn't the first time I have been here. It probably won't be the last.
I always say that the goal of a hidden existence is to do the impossible.
You must sacrifice everything.
I doubt anyone in the world understands my thought process.
I once compared the human body to being either a prison or a jail.
What is the point if you are just surviving? How will you expand your consciousness when deprived of stimulation?
