Dear reader,
I have a story to tell. Not a light, happy tale. This story is truer than water is wet. The dark, twisted events that took place are horrific, and gut-wrenchingly real. It makes my heart ache to tell you that I must relay this story. And that I must tell it exactly how it happened. It pains me to say that you must read this. It is necessary for survival. The survival of the real. But I must explain a few things. First, history books lie. Trust me. 20 years ago, all of the history books relayed a history that was drastically different than the one you read today. 50 years before that, the books were different again. This cycle that takes place between the changes in the history books is the story I must tell you. Second, I am older than one would think if they saw me. I have been around for ages, centuries, eons. I have experienced the changes and the cycle. You must trust me. Third, don't trust them. Fiction is real, reality is fake. You cannot trust your eyes. You cannot trust what is real, or fake. Don't trust anyone. Only me. Because I cannot lie. Now please, brace yourself. For once you start reading, you cannot stop.
