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AN: Once more we seem to be suffering an abundance of female SI but little to none male ones. Allow me to rectify that.
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Death is a part of Life.
We know that. Humans have been cognisant of the fact since times immemorial. If you live, you will of course die.
Many have fought that. Ill fated endeavours.
Or perhaps not? Could there be some who succeeded? In hiding? Suffering?
Maybe.
Let's get back to Life.
We live because there is nothing better to do. And in life we seek happiness.
Generally, that is the norm. Those two factors shape the existence of every single human on the planet.
Those two thoughts.
'There's nothing better to do.' 'I want to be happy.'
That's life done.
Simple right?
Now let's look at Death.
Death is feared because it is different. Unknown.
We all know this; death is unknown.
Or perhaps not?
Maybe.
Even though me saying we live life "because there's nothing better to do" makes it seem a bit trivial, looking at it another way, life is the best thing we can do at this moment.
Life is good.
Death takes that away.
Ergo: death is bad.
Even though death is a part of life. Even though death makes life worth living.
Funny no?
Now back to the opening sentence.
Death is a part of Life.
Now allow me add another.
Life is a part of Death.
Oho.
Now isn't this strange?
Death is part of Life, yes, then doesn't it stand to reason Life is a part of Death too?
Oh my.
We're breaking boundaries here people!
Life leads to Death, thus Death leads to Life, which once again leads to Death.
Cycle of reincarnation.
First introduced in Hindu philosophy and religion, later adopted by Buddhist teaching and the motion was given the name; Samsara.
A cycle of death and rebirth to which life in the material world is bound.
That is what I expected.
Not… this.
Before me stood a door.
There was no motion, no purification, no judgement, no cycle…
Just a door.
I died by the way. Just in case you didn't get that.
I can't look down, I can't look anywhere but the door, so I can't really tell you what's happened to my body.
I feel numb. Judging from where I'm looking at the door, I think I'm standing, but there is no feeling whatsoever.
I can only look.
The door is in the centre of my vision, seemingly only a few steps away, it stands alone… I think.
Or it could just have been placed in a matt black wall. I can't tell, everything but the door is the same dull black colour, my sense of depth is off.
It's not "void black" a true absence of colour, but more charcoal black. Dull and unassuming.
Let's focus on the door a bit more shall we?
At first glance it looked like my bedroom door; wooden with a brass handle.
Then the next second it's the front door of my house; glass with a steel handle and locks.
After each "second" passes it's something else.
Classroom door, parents room door, school door, locker door, temple door…
Sometimes it would cycle round to a door already shown, but most of the time it would show a new door every time it changes.
There even some phantasmal doors I had never seen in real life.
Doors of crystal, skull doors, golden doors, diamond doors, doors depicting angels, doors depicting battles, doors depicting hot lesbian sex…
… The heck's with that last one?
But soon I realised it wasn't actually a door at all.
It was choice. The concept of a choice given form.
It was asking me a question.
It had just taken the form of a door because my puny mortal mind was incapable of comprehending the complexity of choice.
Truly, this was not what I was expecting when I died.
Death was something abstract and foreign to me, I was not even expecting to be able to think. Death was simply a state of being, different from Life.
Death shouldn't give you a choice.
Yet before me, there stood the concept objectified as a door.
Thus this was not Death.
It beckoned me.
It made me dizzy, sick, terrified and exulted at the same time.
Yet it was unnatural.
Death is a part of Life and Life is a part of Death…
This was neither.
This was not Life or Death, this was Choice.
It's breaking the rules. It's not right. It's unfair. It's all mine.
'… I really shouldn't be doing this…'
But it would seem, finally, after I fucking died…
'But imma do it anyway.'
I'm hitting my rebellious phase.
The door, or rather choice, closes in. Whether I am moving to the door, or the door is coming to me, I do not know.
And frankly, I do not care.
I can feel my hand, there's only one thing to do with it.
The door is opened.
The choice is taken.
Neither Life nor Death, I walked somewhere else.
This is not normal, this goes beyond irregular, it's a glitch in the system, a spanner in the works, someone put a banana in the nuclear reactor.
When you have such a large system such as Life and Death, Irregularities are to be expected. Those abnormalities are, ironically, normal.
However I'm not just an Irregular.
I'm an irregularity amongst Irregulars.
I'm an Anomaly.
I'm an elephant to an ant. A wolf amongst sheep. A shark swimming with sardines.
I'm a tiger to their house cat.
And unfortunately for them, or perhaps you.
I just entered through the cat-flap.
Please allow me to express my deepest condolences in advance.
Cause you're well and truly fucked.
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What do you desire?
Money and Wealth?
Honour and Pride?
Authority and Power?
Revenge?
Or.
Something that transcends all of them?
Whatever you desire-
"Is in here."
Tower of God.
Begins now.
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AN: Boom. Prologue. Done.