INTRO

Now I’m starting to understand what’s going on in my brain.

It’s telling a story.

Not everyone is meant to understand. Some are meant to fade away. Those who do understand will find the path.

I used to be against social media. Now I love it, because I finally get it. It’s not just random bs. It’s people telling stories, some intentionally, some without even realizing it. It was weird for me coz I’ve got used to read stories in an order. My brain was wired this way.

So I rewired it.

This is a story formed like a puzzle. The pieces are all around. You can’t just jump to the end. You have to collect all the pieces and put them together. When you’re capable of doing that, then you’ll understand.

You can’t fight back with weapons, they have more weapons. It’s nonsense to scream on the streets, their voice is louder. You can’t defeat your enemy with its own weapons.

But no weapon has yet been invented that can fight a good story.

Just like he said: “We have taken our inspiration not from the heavens or the unseen, but directly from life itself.”

If the host starts to rot, then it’s time to get rid of it. It means it’s time to molt.

Violence is their playfield but dreams are ours. They’re already stepped into our territory, but they’re not good enough. They don’t know how to navigate.

Even light cannot escape the gravitational pull of a dense mass. A good story is like that too. Even if it bothers you, you can’t escape; you’ll be curious; once you’re in the spiral, there’s no escape. The only way is for an even denser mass to approach.

So, let’s see whose story is better.

Welcome to the fractal, THE FRACTAL OF THE STORIES!

Life always finds a way.

Yes, this is a start of another mania episode. But this time I won’t let them block it with the pills, I’ll try to finish the story. So probably I’ll start to lose it in a point, warn me. This is why I need an observer. It’s hard to navigate by your own. The wave is strong.

Security has always been an issue when transmitting data. But if you have nothing to hide, then you don’t need it. So, if there’s no password or even lock, how can you protect the door?

You build the smallest door you can fit through, but the monsters can’t.

Every story needs a main character. And everyone is the main character of their own story. It’s harmless when you dream about being a famous singer or some sort of magical figure while you’re falling asleep. But dreamland is limitless, and if you go deeper, at some point you’ll want to see everything. We’re Homo sapiens. We’re greedy. We want everything. We want to be God.

Most people don’t go that deep because they just wanna have some fun. But some of us are looking for meaning. That’s why we won’t hesitate to dive deeper. This is when it becomes dangerous. This is why you hear about people calling themselves prophets, gods, or some other divine beings. This is why they end up in a mental hospital. They’re fine. They just went too deep.

When you start dreaming, your brain won’t stop until it reaches the end of the story. When your dream starts to become your reality, and if your main character becomes God at some point, there are infinite possibilities to imagine. It’s an endless story. This is why they can’t sleep. They’re trying to tie it back to the beginning, but they can’t find where it started.

This is why I’m gonna be fine this time. Because my story is completed this time. The loop is closed.

And yes, I found it.

GOD

This is exactly why you can’t empathize with Him. God is utterly alone, and He will be forever. The thing all of you fear the most is His very essence. Could you live in complete solitude forever!? That’s why loneliness belongs to God alone. That’s why He is more powerful than all of us. And that’s why I’m certainly no God. I couldn’t handle being alone. I like tits.

He doesn’t need your love or your hatred. You can’t manipulate Him, because there is nothing He is afraid of. I have people I love. I have fears. That’s why He is more just than any of us.

And that’s why I’m glad I’m not God. Pray that I’m not God. I’m not as merciful as He is. I’m not as forgiving as He is. My anger doesn’t just disappear. I hold grudges. That’s why I’m no God. Pray every night that I’m not God.

That’s why, in the presence of a power like that, all I can do is bow down. Not because He needs me to. Because I need to. We bow to no one but Him. We won’t even bend our necks before anyone else. A man who walks the path of God, does not serve other men.

THE BEAST

I gotta admit, it’s pretty exciting to play this character. But I can’t keep doing it forever, I’m not meant to this. I can’t live in purgatory forever. I don’t belong there, but the beast belongs there. And he’s completely fine with it. I don’t need to play as him, I’ll just release him. It’s fine, he will take care of the rest. Or she’s, I don’t really know, didn’t ask. A bit creepy dude but don’t tell him I said this.

I belong to the Earth. I’m a human being. I’m a mortal and I’m also fine with it. Even though it’s pretty exciting to play him, I should accept in some point that I’m just a servant of god, or otherwise I’ll get stuck forever. And this is how I killed the last piece of my ego.

And without an ego, our character needs a new motivation. Without a motivation, he will get lost again. This is when he decides to go after the one, his significant one. Because now he’s rest assured that she exists.

And everyone enjoys love stories.

THE ONE

You didn’t think I’d leave you alone in this mess, did you? If you need more time to finish your own story, I’ll wait. When you start looking for me, I’ll be where it all began, waiting for you to pass through the gates of Eden. And after that, I’m ready to travel among the stars, holding your hand.