There was no reason for one to exist, but finding a reason for one's existence was the ultimate goal of life. Those that died never get to reproduce, and those that lived got to multiply. Such was the way of life.
Thus, those that were alive had strong attachments to living as those that didn't hadn't lived to reproduce.
…
Ten million years.
Time was lost to Lawrend. He had already forgotten his maids and the reason he was here in the first place. Compared to his ten million years of existence here, his life as Lawrend was but a speck of dust.
"This reminds me of that time I watched my world grow…" Lawrend whispered without thought.
Suddenly, like a spark of lightning, his memories flashed inside his mind again. He remembered who he was, and what he was fighting for.
"Phew…"
