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[Log 01]
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Stranger.
Normality, a weird thing when you think about it, who determines what is normal and how quickly can that normality change.
A superficial world that looked close enough to be his own yet wasn't, like a moment lost in time to the annals of history within a cataclysmic catastrophe that only he had borne witness to in a dream. To live each day without really feeling alive and to be alive without knowing how to live, that was the curse of this story's protagonist.
The faces he greeted were worn masks worn by people he thought he knew, but only he was fully aware of the truth. Why had he been cursed with this knowledge of the cruel realities of the world? What capricious god had seen fit to place him in this precarious balancing act, constantly teetering between damnation and ignorant salvation?
Was it so criminal to desire a moment of happiness for his own amidst the raging chaos generated by his mere existence that his punishment should persist in painful perpetuity? There was only one answer of course; It wasn't his fault. It was something easily preventable, but everything was ever so barely slightly wrong.
He had never feared death for himself or anyone else. He had always known he would die one day, but had also known, there would be somebody waiting for him. Here, he would not be alone.
It was so dark.
It was all he thought. All there was in the darkest blue.
Like always.
The boy had no idea how he got there, It wasn't any of his business anymore.
He was no longer connected to wherever he was.
What was that?
The a shape in the distance. He willed himself towards it.
The shape became clearer as he drifted closer.
A multi-colored glow amiss the sea of blue.
The boy didn't know how long in the sea he spent. It was long enough to have forgotten everything.
Longer than he'd like.
The glow in front of him was in a familiar shape. Scarred with cracks, but no signs of decay. It was a crystal, a shard amidst the dark.
The boy heard a sound, many whispers echoed from the curious gem.
Nothingness was all a youth felt. He did not see or feel anything for what felt like eternity. He felt so sleepy and yet he could not fall asleep, like he was stuck in a type of daze.
Then as if something was waiting for him, he saw light. He didn't wince though despite the fact that he had seen darkness for so long.
The boy took a deep breath and reached out with such bright eyes.
The boy had glossed at some of the… intimate scenes he saw.
But he could tell, this was like him, he just didn't know why. A being made of a different existence with different lives. All tragic like his, it was oddly comforting knowing there were more like him.
This gem with 24 pieces of multiple worlds, it still reached for more.
For an answer.
Because even within the chaos winning in the end, all would rewind….
An eternal paradox away from the world the boy forgot. That was just so sad, the doubtless eternity that this had been going on in many worlds.
It was too nostalgic.
He couldn't leave it like this.
He touched the light and the whispers stopped.
"Would you like some help?"
The light asked who or what he was.
The boy thought more than he had in a long time. Who was he?
But the boy had an answer.
"Someone like you."
It was less about him and what he could provide.
The voice listened intently at him.
"If I join you, I could help."
The light became confused.
"If I joined all of you, I could help."
Silence fell, it was made of 24 different individuals, adding four more wouldn't make a difference.
It gave him approval for the act.
But it needed to know his name.
"I had different names, so I don't know."
The voice encouraged him that they were him. All were him, so they were all fine.
The voice fell optimistic, but it was still continued to an answer to it's issue.
So it was either really stubborn or that mentally strong.
The boy could appreciate that.
"Then….."
The boy gave the crystal his name.
"Zȳro."
There was light surrounding them as the curious glow made the pact with the boy. He grasped the curious gem, a black claw from his left grabbed his hand. A white claw from his right grasped from the confines of the darkness below him as well.
Both tried to pull, gripping him tightly.
The pact split three ways but was filled, one whole being became three different yet the same whole being.
The black, the white, and the blue flew to a new world and connected.
A call was heard, and the new beings sprang from the light responded in kind.
