Quze Yu The Midnight Tale [Vol. 1] (On Hiatus)

Fables.
Something that is created by the graceful flow of the ink. Born from words and thoughts, emotions and history. Through the ages of time, Fables are painted into canvases, written in countless scrolls and archived. Spoken in languages remembered or forgotten, and heard from many winds and songs, and even animals that have a voice to tell.
This land, this world, this place of many Tales formed in a space that no one knows not when and why.
Everything has a past, present and future. These words are spoken in the old and the new. Time comes and goes here. Seasons change in every cycle. Frost melts on the grass and flowers. The Sun and Moon rise and fall. The animals and humans come by birth and die of old age without impurities. O, what a life to be. Yes.... everything has a past, present and future. This saying only belongs to the Mortals.
Us? When were we ever born from natural affection? Did we ever grow? Did our appearance change as we age? Do we die from natural death? Heh, no. We don't.
Time leaves us ever since we are painted. We don't have a past, we are given a past. We don't live with experience, we are given a history. We were never given a chance to choose who we are as a "person" nor what type of "person" we would like to be. Yes, such a fate never existed to begin with.
So, I have a question.
What is the reason we Fables existed for? Have we ever been given a choice of having a will?