"Hey, Alex, do you feel alone right now? echo asked. But I have you; just answer me, Alex. I mean, I'd like to believe I'm not alone, but everything I try gets ruined, anywhere I go gets destroyed, and anyone I love gets killed. What do you think, Alex?! are you okay?"
"No, Echo, it's fine. I feel like I'm in a loop. I see flashbacks of events I don't remember doing. I manipulate space and time, but yet, why do I feel this way? I feel sick, but I can't get sick. I feel tired, but I can't get tired. It's like I'm in an endless loop of nothing. everything i do just adds to my despair."
As Alex continued to grapple with his seemingly endless torment, he couldn't help but recall the faces of those he had loved and lost. The memory of their smiles and laughter haunted him, a cruel reminder of what he could never have again. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't even weep; his existence denied him that release.
The world around him seemed to mirror his internal anguish. Dark, heavy clouds hung low in the sky, casting a pall over the desolate landscapes he traversed. The once vibrant and colorful world had faded into shades of gray, mirroring the hopelessness that gnawed at Alex's very soul.
Every step he took felt like a burden, a reminder of the futility of his efforts. The ruins of once-thriving cities and towns surrounded him, silent witnesses to the destruction that seemed to follow him like a shadow. It was as though the universe itself conspired to keep him in this never-ending cycle of misery.
Alex's heart ached with a profound sense of loss, and the weight of his failures pressed down upon him like a leaden shroud. He longed for the warmth of a loving embrace, the sound of laughter, and the simple joys of life that had been cruelly snatched away from him. But in this bleak existence, those joys felt like distant dreams, forever out of reach.
Despair washed over Alex in waves, threatening to drown him in an ocean of sorrow. There was no glimmer of hope, no respite from the relentless anguish that gripped his very being. His existence had become a never-ending nightmare, a void of emptiness that devoured all meaning and purpose.
Alex only companions were the echoes of his own suffering, reverberating through the desolate landscapes, a constant reminder of the relentless torment that defined his existence. And as he trudged through the barren wastelands, he couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be an end to this unending cycle of despair.
I guess there's nothing I can do about it....
It is what it is......