Behemoth

Welcome to the world where things are fixed. You see the mirrors? It's mends the image of yourself. You see dark chambers of torture? Nonsense. Your eyes are deceiving you!

You say you have issues yourself? Please, tell us. You say you wish to view more before? Yes, of course!

You see a weight? It shapes the body, makes a new one of out of old. You see graves? Deceit. You must have more problems than you seem. But ah, let us continue our tour.

This is a place for you to change, without the motivation! You may enter, and change without a second thought!

Now this is the favorite exhibit! You see, it is a place where you change everything you hate about yourself! Height, weight, looks, size, even personality! No pain, no time! Enter, and you will become the most perfect person you can imagine!

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They say it saves you, fixes you, makes you perfect? Lies, trickery, deceit. It is a world of paradise, you say? No, it is a hell under the surface you see. It is everything you do not want. The shells of people, lifeless, their former selves devoured by the being that owns it.

This creature is like nothing you've seen. You hate bugs, you say? Done. It shapes to your hate, fear, and memories. It is a living personification of the things you loathe in the world.

The world, the real one, is the corruption of the universe compiled into one. It has blood-streaked trees, dusty paths smeared with pain, created by former humans, attempting to live again, get out of a hell they thought was heaven.

You wish to bring it down, let the light shine on what was the paradise? Many have had same thiughts, but you have a different mind, no? You find yourself different, beyond others, having a better soul? Those thoughts are the thing that causes many to lose sanity, attempt to bring things down which aren't possible.

Try and destroy it. It is not possible. You think life favors you, that you will beat the impossible? Think again. Do wonders out on Earth, build the amazing structures, advance science. Do anything but that.

Listen to me, young one. I have seen much, I have lived through much. Yet I do not have arrogance or power to do the act you request. I have been to other worlds, through dimensions you cannot comprehend. Try your life at a gamble that you always lose. I favor young ones like you, yet they do not heed me.

Be different, like you believe. Only getting yourself to other levels than most, will you achieve the goals you desire. Try for things naturally, not through the loathsome methods that world supplies.

Your mind is already beginning to succumb to that world's essence. There is no cure once you are infected. Begin your trip to hell, and go to the world where all corrupted people go.

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So you dare attempt to go to sleep after the old man's warnings? What nerve. You see, all he said is true. Nothing saves you from the disease of your mind, and your only hope is to die quickly. Unfortunately, no soul goes out easily. Try, and each lash of punishment will be more severe, and less merciful. Many have tried to escape, but alas, none have succeeded. Yes, let's begin while you trapped in your sleep.

A whip appears. It strikes you, each blow more painful, intense stinging, the feeling of death ever more approaching. Your vision is beginning to blur, red inching toward the center. You feel the lashes dig deeper and deeper each blow, and your knees begin to weaken. Your mind is foggy, but one last word clears its way into your thoughts before you go out.

Behemoth.