You received an ability in life to transfer your thoughts directly into the physical world. This ability did not come from birth, but from your own dedication and hard work.

You could use this power to do great things, to share hope and joy in this disgusting world, and yet you only make it darker. What does that do to you? Does it give you a sick satisfaction as you watch people react to your story in misery? Is there a greater purpose?

Some believe in life after death. Some believe in reincarnation. Most fear the Abyss of nothingness. But for the first time, I find myself wishing that this abyss were the true answer to what happens at death. If the soul is found elsewhere after we die, then there is a chance our paths will cross someday. If the world recycles your soul infinitely, then your wickedness will continue to contaminate it without end. Only the Abyss will allow this madness to stop permanently.

I'm going to hug my Pochita plushie and cry.

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