{BL} Why Is There Always Trouble Where I Roam?

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Drawings are by me.

Poem by me.

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"Death can be as cruel as the freezing snow,
Or a rainstorm that weighs us down,
Pressing on our backs with its load,
Leaving us aching and filled with a frown.

Life goes on for those who remain,
Who've outlived the ones they once knew.
They may be wrinkled, wise, and numb to pain,
Or pass before their dreams can come true.

No one knows when their time will come,
No matter how much they've lived or loved.
They could wake up in a different world,
And start anew, their past left unshoved.

But we should cherish the time we have,
For it's fleeting, like a single day.
Let's make every moment count and thrive,
Enjoy every breath in our own way...

For that is how a normal life goes.."

A poem by Guo Ping-Li.

Friends and family members remained silent, their tears a quiet testament to their grief, as they listened to Guo Ping-Li's voice recording of his poem.

Many glanced toward his open casket, where soft sobs began to fill the funeral parlor.

Guo Ping-Li had been a beacon of pure joy, his love extending to all things, animate and inanimate. His life's passion was the crafting of poems and melodies.

His untimely death was a tragedy; he was unaware of the fate that awaited him.

In a literal and figurative sense, for upon awakening, he found himself in an expanse of white, facing a glowing blue orb.

"Where am I? What is this?" Guo Ping-Li approached the luminescent sphere, reaching out with tentative hands. Yet upon contact, nothing had occurred. It was only after a few minutes that the sounds of a computer starting up resonated around him, vibrating through him and the orb in the stark white void.

His bewilderment deepened at the sound of a voice, aged yet mechanical.

{Processing... Processing... Proc-

Your patience is appreciated as we select 

a compatible and, we hope, capable system for

you. You shall be designated as...

Number 201,32,000...

Your previous identity was...

Guo Ping-Li.}

"Welcome to your new home and life, 201,32,000. 

A multitude of adventures await you, far 

from your old, mundane existence," 

the voice assured him with a comforting tone.