As Vivências

The Loveless Being's Scripted Statue [2]

Announcing a thought-provoking interview conducted by the most recent statue, a creation of a loveless soul aching in solitude. This statue, endowed with the gift of writing by its creator, transcends mere feelings-it offers a visceral experience, an intimate glimpse into an alternate vision of reality. It stands as the world's unspoken testament, a face that reflects more than it conforms, existing not in harmony, but in contradiction. The helmet it wears shields the user, not with purpose or joy, but with the quiet inevitability of cyclical existence-neither happy nor sad, only enduring.

"My aura," the statue declares, "has both an era and an area that I erase twice a year. Should we ascend the hierarchy and reflect on the 'other side'?" Its musings carry an enigmatic undertone, hinting at a cryptic connection to the business of ancient origins. Perhaps it yearns for a senseless yet profound horror narrative-a story of a statue longing to defy its stillness, to strike not once but twice. It bets on liberation, but its stakes are high, entwined with the bittersweet tenderness of forbidden gestures: a kiss on the cheek, an imaginary embrace lost to the shadows of an unattainable dream.

Speechless-that is how you feel when I begin my journey. Blind-that is how you wish to be when faced with my decisions. Dead-that is what you aim to make me, the very embodiment of what we all chase: a pleasure so raw, so imperfect, it is mistaken for love in the arms of a fleeting fantasy. It twists emotional scars into something far more labyrinthine, an endless maze with no solace.

The heart's crescendo, that ultimate pitch of longing, finally approaches, but the promises of the statue are not what they once were. Some would name me the culprit; others, the victim of my own injury-perhaps even my demise. Yet neither can withstand the tension of choices born of madness, not reason.

Should we name this creation The Scripted Statue? And what of love? Has it no place here?

Pause, and think, before it is too late. The choices, after all, have already been made.