SILENCE: Legend of the Black Butterfly

Fantasy scenarios never seem to happen to someone like me. At least, that's what I've convinced myself all these years. That was until my childhood was shattered instantly, leaving me wrestling with a reality I never asked for. In this outrageous twist of fate, they expect me to step up and save the world. Ha! They don't know me at all. I'm no naive dreamer-this notion of heroism is laughable.

Why would I save a flawed world today only to watch it collapse tomorrow? I refuse to participate in this cycle of bullshit. I've seen enough disappointment and decay in my life to know that these so-called 'noble' pursuits often lead nowhere.

I'm not a hero. That mantle is for those who believe in grand ideals and happily-ever-afters. But I've long since abandoned any notions of magnificence; I refuse to be part of a story written by someone else's imagination.

They long for a hero, but it won't be me.