Picture this. This world, this universe exactly the way it is. Everything here is the same, every single thing. Well, except maybe one. You do not exist in it. You were born, yes. You existed, yes. So you think now I am telling you that you die in this world? No, goodness grace, no you didn't die and you haven't died, yet. Confused? You should be. And that's why I need you to read this. This story is a message. A message so they can't get to you.