my dream called life.

it's night, I'm in my tight, 1 bed room. another day wishing to have everything end, not knowing the full extend of life, but had enough being human. and yet, I'd still wake up to be human like any other day. I layed there, thinking. and thinking, and thinking. even if I knew, it didn't change what I wanted: an end. I started sleeping.. lines between reality and fiction blurred as ideas became thoughts, making me feel, then awareness, and light.

I entered an empty void, made to present me a four armed, four nippled, grey demon-like being, that called themselves: Golthuem. I felt a strange sense of deja vu, it was strange because it felt STRONG! I knew I've been here over, and over again.. it's for me to continue. to become a Mind-Slaver. but this time was different. I don't know how for sure, but I'm going to take this chance [A/N: to end it here. had to create it, so it'll have some effect].

I awoke, and remembered nothing, I didn't even give it another second of thought before I try to rest a little more. *groaaan* "so this time, I'm being written, huh. mkay," 'just let mi sleep ah bit mor.' ... wasn't long till he decided it was enough trying to sleep.

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*1 year later.*

he died from an incurable disease. his body was cremated, and mourned by their family, deeply, and as per his request: his body's ashes were spread into merely the air after a few months of his family fighting their feelings.

[A/N: I don't like it when my creations don't know why they exist, or abandon them to a shit/bad life, so here I am explaining, and plus to toy around~.]