sai_of_the_stars
I am an Entity. I am not of light or darkness. I am peace.
An Angel is what you could call me.
I used to live a life of happiness, in a place you mortals would call Heaven. I used to be their Heir, and I will rule.
But that was stripped from me when I committed a sin.
I flaunted and I craved power, so I was cast to this world, that you dwell in.
Until I learn my faults, I must redeem myself, by finding two souls, imprisoned in this world, in human form.
Then, I can go home.
To do this I received many things. A body. Information. A life on Earth.
But the greatest was the gift of words.
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"Then my mother bestowed all the other words upon me. Call it a curse, call it a gift, but it was devastating.
I barely registered the words, they came by default. Then again, I wasn't exactly in my peak state of concentration. The constant stream of thoughts was so incredibly strange. Is it not strange to have a voice in your head, even if it is your own? I felt lost and miserable. And that was a problem.
What I used to be, was an entity that felt things. Felt emotions at their purest form. Now, the words make such a huge part of what I felt. It was beautiful and agonizing. Stunning agony."
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This story may not just throw you, but smash your mind into an existential crisis. Very deep revelations. I have no clue why, but some of this relates to me as a person. I'm not sure if that's normal, but I was never normal anyway.