Episode 55: Prisoner Of Destiny

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Griswa leaned in slightly, "The speech you gave in the beginning, it rushed through me like it was pressuring inside me from tip to toe as I oddly felt familiar to what you were saying. Why did I feel relatable? Like I have gone through it? Was my mind playing with me or was it you playing with our minds?"

"Those questions, Lord... sorry Griswa Skaar, I don't know anything about you feeling relatable to me, but I wasn't playing with your minds. I said those things like always, I say them everywhere I go, every refugee planet I have to bring doom to. Because I am not someone's enemy by choice. I didn't go back to Thylme again and again. If a mission fails, we are fired, killed, titled by uselessness of an inferior race. So, we can only return after a mission's complete. I have parked my main vessel on one of the satellites of Ehayor. Every time I failed in dooming Ehayor, I went to other planets in this universe itself to gather beings for army, if that's what you refer to as Brighter Dark forces, I used my seals and caught beasts from worlds." Orngea replied, his words and tone were sincere.

"I see. 'I, too, am a prisoner of this destiny, bound by a duty I did not choose.'" Griswa repeated the words from Orngea's speech which rang bells in Orngea's mind. "This was the part where I felt relatable, although I don't remember when have I gone through that." Griswa continued, his expressions were of suspicion on himself.

Fheniz stared into the desert sand, his eyes narrowing as he tried to connect the swirling fragments of knowledge in his mind. "Griswa, repeat that line again. The one you said earlier... I, too, am a...?"

Griswa didn't hesitate. His voice was firm, but something about it carried a subtle weight, as if the words came from somewhere deeper. "I, too, am a prisoner of this destiny, bound by a duty I did not choose."

Fheniz fell silent for a moment, his brow furrowing as his mind began racing. He repeated Griswa's words in a soft murmur, his voice barely audible, "A prisoner of destiny... bound by duty..."

His facial expression shifted, slowly morphing from one of deep thought to one of sudden realization. His eyes sharpened, fixing on Griswa with an intensity that almost seemed to pierce through him. "Griswa, I need to study more about your subconscious. There are things you remember and things you don't—sometimes you get flashes of memory when you're reminded of something from your past. Maybe it's all connected. Maybe what you just said wasn't just random. Maybe, deep down, you've gone through that in your own way."

"The thing is the subconscious doesn't process time the way the conscious mind does. It stores memories in a fragmented, non-linear way, based on emotional significance rather than chronological order. When something triggers a particular memory, it can feel like a sudden flash, and it might seem random, but it's often tied to an underlying emotional or sensory connection. The subconscious is closely linked to emotion. Emotional experiences are stored deeply, and when something in the present resonates with those emotional states, the subconscious can "surface" a related memory or feeling. It's not random, but tied to an emotional link that your conscious mind may not immediately recognize."

"Sometimes, the subconscious behaves in unexpected ways when dealing with repressed memories or emotions. Things you've buried deep down might surface in strange, fragmented forms—almost as if your mind is testing whether you're ready to face them."

"In short, the subconscious is not bound by the same logical rules as the conscious mind. It is deeply emotional, symbolic, and associative. So yes, a subconscious can behave like that, sending out flashes of meaning that seem random but are often connected to deeper, hidden experiences or emotions. But... the most concerning part is, why does it act like a total separate entity that's not you at all, is the real you, you? Or that subconscious? That's suspicious."

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