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Chapter 4 by TheActualFeastp TheActualFeastp

what would you do if you had all the power in the world, all the time, but no change, mentally?

is another's life, not yours as well?

... I can't sleep, so it's been a few hours? I've never been good at telling time without checking the date somewhere. without knowing, a dozen year would feel like a year or two. at this point I got myself off the ethereally cold "floor". it wasn't cold, but that's the best description I could think of. looking behind me, maybe I should've "chosen" that door that random woman chose. 'ugh, come on! what-ever.' at least I know about-ish how far I've gone, and it's way.. 'wait. so why not just go back??!' no need eat, etc. and plus, or breathe!? for the first time I've noticed I was drawing breath without air?? felt like it, wasn't uncomfortable, so couldn't notice. weird. how much do I not know.. 'weird weird weird, or so. where are we!? "we".. eee,' groaned sigh.. ..goal: get out of here? method: don't know? door maybe. so; 'wait, hold on..!' looking all over my bare and nude body, I. 'nude.." that doesn't seem right. 'nude?' I WAS about to check my body for anything abnormal, but this caught my attention instead; I'm nude, and I don't know why, but I do know it's not right. not a feeling, I know it's not how things should be. *couple minutes of thinking* 'so yeah, not right to be naked. I don't know why. I don't know how, I came to be nude; makes sense, cause I popped into existence seemingly.. and plus, my recollection says its "abnormal", so... hm.. ....damn' my brain started to spin, but it's a physical feeling I've felt before in my life, so I don't think much of it. damn; I was thinking something, but it sliped my mind. 'so: feeling? truthful? no...? ...yes..? for now; yes. thinking? truthful. and can't rely really on memories, as you'd expect for a limited mortal mind. reminder: goal, get out of here.. o-' *bam* my head's no more, just pieces of flesh; my headless neck gushing blood, but like the "how" doesn't matter, nor the reason does too, or not for this "now" at least.


I'm walking in the same "hallway" of doors, thinking which to pick. "hm....." it's been a good few minutes deciding, but before I got to this point I've notice the symbol on the top of my right hand changed from omega to "Z" and then "B". I don't know what it is still, so I moved on after feeling as if I've loss something in that moment.

I've decided! 'this door seem pretty good'. I take hold its handle. as I began opening it, a flood of what could only be described as memories passed me, as if like a fleeting ghost came out of the door? it was too late to process all of it before I was "transport" into a new world. one of the things that stood out was the fact I won't remember, and it wasn't my first "life".

which door was it..

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