The narrator tells their story

Celestia cast me down to Earth, into the pit of humans. I would have preferred the pit of lions or one with dragons, where death would have been grand and swift. Under these circumstances, I must wait far too long, for both grandeur and death…

And, as if that weren’t enough, I was granted access to a world in an arena with people adrift, descendants and continuators of an aberrant people with a history twisted by betrayal, individualism, and anarchy. I found myself in an arena where the rules of the game are unknown, simply because they haven’t been invented, where the players pivot on instinct. There is no scoreboard, and the referee is conveniently summoned from the Beyond. Chaos. I was born into chaos, in a space without growth, where time is devoured in seconds by rusty clocks.

Within these coordinates, I was given the right to live among, with, and for people. I reluctantly embraced my destiny, and the fact that I’m telling you this story and not another is a consequence of my own weaknesses. I embarked on the wonderful journey in the flesh, strongly anchored to another reality that continually hypnotically drew my attention and a significant part of me. Over time, this experience gradually changed its relevance, from fascinating in childhood to exhausting later on. Now, it no longer has power over me. I am preparing for the Return, which radically changes the form of protection and manifestation.

For now, I am human, in search of existential happiness. I enter the catacombs of the world and the soft corners of the bodies that surround me. I break walls, slam doors, overturn situations, and disrupt minds.

Through these virtual pages, I open the stories of those like me, those who master the power of words and discern on every written page the Grille in which the letter fastens the web of thoughts over the White Abyss.

Only those familiar with flight will recognize the sensation!