**Chapter 1: Magic Chance**
"Have you ever paused to wonder what it would feel like to breathe freely, unshackled by the monochrome confines of your existence?" His mind churned with observations, and he couldn't help but question, "Is this the consequence of being so vastly different from everyone else?"
"Gosh, what am I talking about? I must be delusional again," he muttered, a wave of confusion washing over him. Frustration bubbled up within him, and he shouted, "I... WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" The words slipped from his lips, followed by a bitter smile that lingered like an old ghost. As his eyes drifted upwards, drawn to the limitless expanse above, he felt an inexplicable weightlessness; his feet began to lift off the ground, and at that moment, he believed he was witnessing the culmination of his turbulent life. Or so he thought.
"What is this?" he pondered, his voice cutting through the stillness of the eternal void surrounding him. A sense of curiosity mingled with anxiety filled his thoughts. "Where am I?" He felt his consciousness becoming increasingly aware, as if a light was emerging from the depths of an infinite darkness.
"What is that light?" he questioned, an unfamiliar mix of hope and dread flooding his senses. "Am I dead?" Memories flooded back—fragile moments, laughter, sorrows, and joy; it all felt like a surreal montage. "Wow, Psyche, you really had the courage to jump off..." The weight of his decisions bore down on him, and reality struck anew. "I've really done it... 17 years of living, and I just wasted it all."
"Honestly, what do I even think anymore? I can't feel anything at all. Is this what the afterlife looks like?" His voice echoed into the void, a plea mingled with self-reflection. As if in response to his thoughts, a voice suddenly pierced through the silence, resonating deeply within him.
"Psyche." The name rolled off the voice like a haunting melody, capturing his full attention. An icy shiver ran down his spine. "Did I just hear my name?" he whispered to himself, grappling with the possibility.
"Am I actually hallucinating in this vast expanse of the afterlife?" he wondered, his heart racing as the voice continued to call him, each repetition striking like a bell tolled in the dark. "Psyche, Psyche, Psyche," it echoed, the tone growing clearer and more insistent.
"Who are you?" he demanded, bewildered, searching the empty space for any sign of clarity. "I—I mean, what are you?" His mind raced with questions, a desperate need for understanding in this strange and unsettling realm.