Ever since I was a kid, I have always been different from other people. I possessed an imagination that was highly advanced and intense. I used to create fake scenarios and fake universes in my mind, and I was frequently conversing with my characters.
At first, I thought it was a blessing. But, now when I look back, I realize it has always been a curse. Calling it a curse would be an understatement because the pain it has given me is immeasurable.
I am not sure what is right and what is wrong. The concepts of black and white, morality, and immorality don't matter anymore when I am writing this story. But as a creator, there is something that I must do. I must give my story a beautiful ending. The characters that I have created, I hope they will leave a mark on this world.
I often look back to when I was a child. Things were simple back then. I had parents who loved me very much, and people I called friends. I thought I was living in a paradise, and I didn't need anything else in my life. I was happy. But then, on that day, something unexplainable happened. Something that went on to change my life forever.
I wonder how many years have passed. Is it 5, 10, 50, 100 or 300? If you are reading this, then it means you have come a long way. I hope everything will be alright. I hope you will come to know that there was no other way. I did whatever I could to create this world and its people. And finally, I hope you will be able to understand me someday.