You come out from a pit like a grave, Your eyes open on a vast plain where there is absolutely nothing then something takes your attention, there are billions of billions people like you all have the same clothes a long gray or beige dress and there is no category or group of people whom you can separate. after a while you notice that the plain is a cemetery the sun stands there with no move there is nothing you can name it “THE TIME” sometimes a hot wind is slapping at your face its like the great sound storm that all that people fit in there, the storm never ever stop, it's hard for you to move but all of these not scary compare to the next paragraph.
All people have one final goal: You must pay back any rights that have been taken from someone in your entire lifetime. Yeah. You must find them, you have to satisfy them with all your heart, and yeah, no one has anything to trade with, and every last fucking one of these people just cares about themselves, not even the mother takes care about her child love will absolutely lose its meaning there, the chaos itself is there, it's reigns, could you just imagine that chaos?
I mentioned there is nothing named “time”, but you feel the true meaning of the waiting, waiting with stress and anxiety. In other words, the time is there but it’s not fucking passing until every last one of them pays whatever they did in their lifetime; it is the torture. What makes it scarier and scarier is that you can't even kill yourself; you have to endure and pass through it.
May we be HUMAN!
