Reality.
It's always been altered.
There has always been something taking charge of everything.
The product of this truth has done nothing but pain me. A higher power started everything from nothing, and it watches over its creations, letting the worst come to fruition.
My endeavor started as something simpler—a discovery, a voyage into the unknown. Yet it became my undoing, as I harbored this ambition to challenge time and conquer it.
Now, I am surrounded by Nothing. I seem to have slipped into a lost space, somewhere outside of reality. The dimensional plane has become a thing of the past.
And I have nowhere left to go, nothing left to do, but to keep my eyes closed.
- T.C.
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THE LOST ONES - Short Stories
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