I chose what he said, how could I not after that talk, I had no choice.
What I saw was no magical world, nor the future. It was the world I came from, to every single dot from dot. It is freaking plagiarism is it not? Even I existed, there was a guy literally the same as me. I mean the old me. Now I lived those millenias for this. Now comes the climax, I look up, what is with the moon? It can be seen in daylight, so no problem. One moon. If I had a scope, would I see the freakimg milkiway? This is just.
- 2tails: Before jumping to conclusions, this is just a gift. From now on, you choose everything. The only price is your name and to write down everything. Aside that, info for us, everything else to you. It is completely on us, so let us begin. Your real wish was your long name project. Now all the time and space is yours. I know you do not see it, it seems the same. It is, but if you look close, everything is artificial. That moon over there will go out of battery and your wish will be relevant. Please, I beg you.
- me: Ok, let's start over. But this time no mental breakdowns. Now my story begins, for the second time, but I hope I learned my lesson.
So it began. Days after days. I wrote down every single thing. I "reported" and felt good for this time.
My only side-objective was: Never lose the touch of the present. This time, I wanted to enjoy next to work. I leaved to life, but I became a humble office worker and I enjoyed every moment. Paradise is living. Now I understand. Wealth is good, superpowers too, but feeling comforted for me is the best. Not a job I was rushed into, but the thing after all I chose. I could refuse. Freedom. That is what I desired.
My paradise has finally began.