Existencial Stories

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If you ever gaze into the abyss, the abyss will stare back at you...

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The bond between Earth and Zarautha stretches beyond human comprehension. Were they gods or travelers from a fallen empire? Legends speak of a forgotten war, a messianic emperor who defied eternity, and a weapon capable of devouring souls. Harper Bancroft, amidst the echoes of the collapsing Soviet Union, unearths a mystery buried in the records of an ancient artificial intelligence. A being known as The Hungry One whispers from the darkness, demanding its tribute. And among the remnants of an intergalactic war, one name lingers with an uncertain fate: Heinrich Wigelboton. What was lost on that fateful diazul? What sacrifice ensured humanity's survival? Between fragmented accounts, buried truths, and echoes of extinct civilizations, history weaves itself through the voices of those who still remember. But in the vast emptiness of the cosmos, one warning remains: -The past never dies. It only waits to be remembered-.

Un joven se encuentra en una difícil situación, y comienza a recordar su pasado. Está entre la espada y la pared. Está inspirada en la canción de bohemian rhapsody de Queen. Y es para un concurso literario.

El único escrito que se ha rescatado de un marinero solitario que murió de vejez en un barco.

Seeking solace in visions of hope can be the only thing that can slow down the inevitable advance of madness. The depths of space push relentlessly that horrible fate until not even hope can survive.

Já se pegou imaginando coisas como se você fosse outra pessoa? Como se algo tivesse acontecido com esse outrem que é você, mas que na verdade nunca poderia ser? Pois é, acontece comigo também. Aqui estão alguns deles. Alguns fazem sentido, outros não. Talvez não precisem ter sentido algum. Faz parte.

Espero que mis reflexiones os puedan ser de bastante ayuda, ya que este es mi único objetivo publicando esta serie de problemas que me hacen pensar en muchas cosas de mi vida cotidiana

La tristeza es, a veces, solo un estado del arte.

Let's base this on 3 phrases: -It's easy to judge -Everything happen for a reason -and... Life is a beautiful and tragic disaster I know, not related at all, but these 3 phrases are very important if you're going through an existential crisis and you're wondering, what is the proper reason about be in this world? What you're about to read is a very complicated story, we tie more knots to knots, and when it became a blind one, that's when that something comes to untie it. And yes, it is a love story, Nathan and Samantha, our principal characters, they both needed something in their lives and somehow they complement. So... would you like to know their story? "At the end of the story, I guess opposites are united for a reason, right?. Well I found our."

¿Y qué si dejase mis fuerzas en conseguir el sudor frío después del sexo? ¿Y que si dejo de importarme en nadie más?

cuento corto del existencialismo

Chapter 1 A lucid dream pulls me into an empty house, where time stops and pain disappears. I hsink into darkness. I stop feeling. I lose myself. But that's only the beginning. Through paralysis, dissolution, and utter silence, a journey begins - on the edge between death and existence. A nightmare that maybe... isn't a nightmare at all. Or maybe it is. Far too much. Chapter 2 I swept. The house grew. The broom shrank. A dream that screams of effort, that speaks of what slips away while we try to keep everything under control; a dream that resembles real days a little too much. And I... kept getting smaller. Chapter 3 An afternoon that never ends. A clock that no longer tells time - yet keeps ticking. A silence that echoes louder than sound.

En el rincón más recóndito del océano, un hombre lucha contra la naturaleza para hacer frente a su propio destino y alcanzar su propósito más sincero.

"Mas lembranças são como o passado. Cedo ou tarde, desvairam em mil cristais. Mas Frisk, tão criança era... ... Nunca deixou de acreditar."