Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any major event occurring during this time frame (such as World War I and World War II) may not be historically accurate or included in this work.
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We all die in the end.
Whether or not you had ideologies, it was common sense. Something everybody knew— consciously or not. Yet, despite the inevitable reality, not everyone acknowledged it or came to terms with it. That is why some religious groups exist. Established, revolved around the concept of immortality, resurrection, god’s favour. The belief that, if deemed worthy, one could be reborn anew…
But what if you truly wished to be immortal? What if immortality was the sole thing you coveted? Not the immortality where your story is preserved as a myth, passed on by believers for millennia to come. Not the immortality where your artworks become classics, displayed in galleries for all to admire after your forlorn departure. None of that, but to be truly immortal.
To reach a state of immortality where one could, genuinely, walk the earth forever. To be able to speak and walk the same every day no matter how many decades or centuries pass by. To rise in the morning with the world, and fall at night as everyone slumbers.
In what world could you achieve such a fabled state? Where would the journey take you? What would you have to sacrifice? What lengths would you be willing to go to, to risk, in hopes of becoming a greater deity, something more powerful than a god?
What consequences would your actions bring you?
This was the question I spent the longest time asking. No matter what or where my thoughts were, I was always led back to this theory, this statement, this possibility. How could one be undying? Everlasting? Standing alone for all of eternity, something that contradicted time itself. To watch as the world around them crumbles, and eventually, fades into nothingness. A fresh start. A blank slate.
I still recall how I yearned to find the answer to that question, while at the same time, how much I wished I never found the answer at all. How I prayed that one day, I would forget.
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