"The Seer Traveller"
Sightseer.
That's how they called me.
I see the sphere that the mighty creature made.
I was titled as a seer with my name written in the manuscript.
A seer without a spear.
Seeing how the universe works is like seeing how my memoirs revolved in square with each equal sides that had a sharp-pointed end with grenade on its shed.
My voyage starts in an island wherein I unleashed my demon.
They don't know what I feel.
They don't know why I fight,
why I fought my own demons!
Defeating the fiends in the middle of adventure was like dealing with Satan.
The lightning sparks from the tectonic-like tower thousand miles away from the island was seen through my naked eyes.
I anxiously stared at the tower, memorizing every single detail of it.
Five seconds had passed.
Tears are shamelessly falling from the gate of my innocence.
Stupidity strikes me.
I caged myself in shelf for seventeen thousand five hundred twenty hours doing nothing.
Solacing myself in sailing as I free myself from the grief is like blurting out the words, "I am once a sovereign of my own sphere."
