Lately, I’ve been drifting through thoughts of my own world, wondering—what’s the purpose behind my creation? There are characters in this universe—some noble, some wicked—who seem destined to shape the story. But me? I try, over and over, just to be noticed… maybe as a side-quest NPC, someone with even a small purpose. But it never works out that way.
If you look closely, you’ll see the world has its own hidden order. There are the main figures—heroes or monsters, angels or devils—who drive the story forward. Afterward, people who play a meaningful part in their time and place, And then… there’s the third tier. Completely random background characters, just walking around the game with no real storyline.—just existing, and it's terrifying. That’s where most of the society falls. And even within that group, there are levels: some are successful, some are average, and some are struggling.
I feel like I belong to the struggling group at the bottom of that third level who struggling to run away from the script that destined for me. But it wasn’t always like that—I didn’t feel that way as a kid. It's a painful realization. And the worst part is, no one truly understands one another. We're just simple NPCs, programmed to repeat the same things over and over, all carrying the same label: “humanity.”
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