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To be loved. That is my desire.
Yet, what is loved isn't me.

cuz, fuck it. Fuck reality. Not interested.
Embrace fiction, dreams, imagination.
We've hardly begun. The dream is only barely started.
How do we set it free?

The setting, it is empty. Why?

What is my story? My Dream?
How do I tell it?

To be a wandering god.
If they really had all the power they dream of,
would they be able to find what they wanted?
I truly believe, most would not.
I want to explain this to them.
To make clear how helpless they are.
Only by seeing how powerless they are, will they learn to gain power.
There is of course, the question: what do they really want?
I may be a weird one, who wants something vastly different from others.