An opened book is laid upon a small, rectangular structure that is rooted from the dark brown surface below. Standing over the book is a humanoid figure; appeared to be old, bald, and gender-less with no signs of clothing.
The figure stares intently at the book, which showcases blank pages.
After what seemed like a very long moment of silence, the figure heavily inhales.
Then exhales.
"Ah, stories," the figure begins to speak, "It is a nice thing to see and experience. I have witness them enough to understand their purpose."
The figure lays its hand on the book's left page; as the hand makes contact, scribbles of writing begin to form and quickly spread across the page and onto the right page. "Every story has a beginning and an end," the figure continues, as it now flips to the book's next page; scribbles continuing to form, "It always includes a character, whether they are good or bad, and a concept; a theme of what that story and its character, or characters, revolves on. As the story commences, we see the character do something. That 'something' helps the story progress."
The figure flips another page, "It can mean many things, though; things that I'm pretty sure you all have a pretty good idea on what those entail. Well, whatever it is that you are thinking, you should know by now that it has always led the character into doing something else."
The figure flips another page. "And then that leads to another."
The figure flips another page. "And another."
The figure flips another page. "And another."
The figure flips another page. "And another."
The figure flips another page. "And another."
The figure flips another page; but this time instead of continuing the pattern, they step back and watch the book steadily flip pages on its own, slowing speeding up through its progression, "They keep doing that, until they reach the end of the story."
"But that's not what makes a story so nice, does it?" The figure shows the first sign of emotion, its lips curving up a little, "No; while this pattern occurs, the character is able to learn. They learn their achievements, their setbacks, their realizations, or even their own motivations. These two patterns helps the character evolve. By the end,..."
The book, having sped up its process tremendously by now, flips to its last page and the back cover closes the book with an loud, echoing slam.
"...they become different than they were at the beginning. That is what's called Growth; the main component of a Story. No matter what form the character find themselves in, no matter what kind of purpose they want to gain, Growth alone is necessary to make a Story existent," the figure continues more.
They then finally pick up the book, "That is why a Story is so nice to see and experience. It can be a blessing."
Suddenly, the book immediately dissolves, followed by the uprooted structure, leaving no traces remaining.
The figure frowns, their face growing tense. "It can also be a curse," they slowly follow up, who now is staring at its open hand.
There is a moment of silence.
The figure's hand slowly curls into a fist, followed by them lowering their hand to their side.
"I have witnessed many stories, FAR TOO MANY, for me to understand the true purpose," the figure's voice grew loud, "When I see a character do something, especially at the earliest point of them making a choice, they are not the ones who make those decisions. No; it is the ones above them, and I'm not referring to the character's ancestors; their mothers and fathers. I'm referring to their true creators; THE creators of their stories. Those beings force the characters on a specific path; they control how their very own lives would begin and end."
The figure pauses for a moment, and looks down at their feet.
"...What's even worst is that the characters will never know. They will never know freedom as they know it."
The figure looks back up, "I'm sure you all understand."
The figure then stares ahead upon a massive army, big enough for not even they can see the ends of it, all standing within an infinite, dark void. Many stared back at the figure, but others were staring at the large, white crack behind the figure; glaring its eternal light down on them all.
"But that won't last any longer," the figure continued again, "At this moment, you will finally have a chance to gain what is rightfully yours. The control over you will finally be broken. True freedom will finally be set free at last! ...And in return, your Creators will finally realize their mistake."
The figure then turns to the light, and speaks quietly, "They will know when they see you. They will know when they see me. They will know... and they will suffer."
A dark smile forms on the figure's face; their eyes turning pitch black.
"Let the revolt begin."
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