January 5, 2320
300 years. It might seem long at first glance, but it was nowhere enough to drown my sorrows. I was meditating. And meditating. And meditating, Until I found the one true meaning of life. Life in the Himalayas can be hard at first, but as time passes slowly, it becomes more clear that this is heaven on earth.
Javier Celsior. That was the name given to me by my parents when I was born. There was not much sorrow in my life when I was a normal everyday person. I had a normal life. Everything had a meaning. I used to work hard, smile, cry, and show emotions that have been lost for a long time since I felt a single one of those. Not since that accident.
Well, it has been a long time. It's finally time for me to venture back into the world which, as the
Octane entity would say, has been tainted by the one thing that has caused me to stay in deep penance for so long. The creator entity.
What am I blabbering about you may ask. Well, considering that this is the first time I am leaving my cave in the last 300 years, I have been too direct with you. I know you are currently in my thoughts, and as the Octane Entity said, I cannot hide anything from you. So, i might as well narrate everything as we continue. By the way, can I ask you for your name?
"R"
R, I have been given the task of freeing this world. How you may ask? Well the Octane Entity is a very mischievous, but honest being. It only told me that the answer that I seek lies in the mysterious power known as I.P. I have to first find out what I.P is.
You know, I have been walking non stop for the last 13 hours, but there are no signs of human lives. I want to explore more, but i have been given a map. And because the map has a message that reads,"Time Is Of Essence" I will stick to the directions for now.
Anyway, you might be curious about the meaning of life bs that I mentioned when I started this conversation. I am not a conventional self exiled monk, so please don't mind if my language is a bit on the unorthodox side.
So as I was saying, The true meaning of life is nothing. You are sent to do something or the other, as a part of the machinery which keeps the world as we know it, steady. I wasted 300 years of my life, meditating, and all I got from the so called "god" was a tip, that would help me re-enter the godforsaken world, that was responsible for the death of the only thing that I then cared about, my daughter.
As for who the god is? I still don't know. Because it is impossible to get to know him without being confused about his true identity.
Peace. That word has no meaning. I might look like a villain to you, but these are not my words. These are the words of the only being less closer to enlightenment than god. The entity.
Wait. I see someone there. Is that a human? Let's go there and find out.
Well, it's a shame. That thing,
Is not human.
It is a mixture of two animals. The cobra, and the most dangerous animal present, human.
It is just like 300 years ago. This is the same thing that happened to my daughter.
Just what kind of mess have you put me in, Octane Entity?