Legends and myths passed down from centuries say that one day, the world will end.
But as common as these stories seem to be, they always tend to leave out one little detail- which world it is that will end.
Will it be it the real world? Bustling with people who live their lives from day to day, doing what they do? Is it Earth that will fall?
Or is there another that fits the category of a world?
Is it a world that exists in our minds?
Our creativity, our ever-expanding thoughts that allow us to be who we are?
Is it our imagination that will die?
No one is completely sure for certain. But if that was the case; if the world at stake was each of our imaginations, what would become of humanity?
I live in a world like this. I live in an imaginary world. Not of my creation, for I am a creation. A creation of a man who built his own world with his own two hands.
But recently, I have felt a strange disturbance in this world. Something is coming, something powerful, and it will surely mean the end of this place and all who inhabit it. Maybe even the mastermind behind it all.
I am alive only because of that man.
And I will make sure this world remains alive along with me.