YOUR GOD ABANDONED YOU HERE
There are truths I must impart, but know this: the first truth is not the most important. I have been accused, falsely accused, of a crime that defies reason and ravages the mind—a crime that tore asunder the fragile fabric of my existence. A woman, dead. And because of this, all that I built, all that I held dear, now crumbles into the abyss.
My mastery of molecular biology, the intricate web of neuroscience, the boundless wonders of genetic engineering—useless. My wealth, once a fortress, is now dust. My home, once a sanctuary, is reduced to hollow stone. Freedom? An illusion shattered in the cold grasp of iron bars and vile whispers. The world I sought to save has rejected me like a parasite, and with it, my own blood turns cold. My wife recoils from me as if from some malignant specter; my mother, once my only haven, curses my name. Those whom I called "friend" stand far beyond the veil, convinced by the diabolical evidence forged against me. Not a single soul lingers in the shadows to vouch for my innocence.
But you—you—must understand this: what I am about to reveal far eclipses the first truth. It writhes deeper, darker, within the fabric of existence. It is not merely the truth of my ruin, but something far more profound, more terrible.
You, who reads these words, are a fool.
Did I murder her? Ah, what a labyrinth of words could be spun to ensnare your simple mind—an endless tide of eloquence cascading upon you like rain upon withering stone. With enough ink, I could carve my innocence into your very soul, and you would believe. Yet, whether the words be truth or falsehood matters little. You, confined to the paltry perspective granted by this page, would believe without question. How can I fault you for this? You are merely the vessel, drinking deeply of whatever draught is placed before you, ignorant of the poison that may lurk within.
But are you not a reflection of me? Do I, too, not dwell in the delusions of my own creation, struggling through veils of deceit—deceit that is mine as much as it is the world’s? Am I, like you, not lost in the fog of half-truths and cryptic knowledge?
I did kill her. That much is true. But before your frail mind trembles with judgement, consider the madness of this world—where truth and lies are but fleeting shadows, indistinguishable in the pale light of understanding. This act—this single, damnable act—set in motion a chain of horrors, leading to my demise. Yes, I was sentenced to death, but death was not an end. It was only the beginning of this odyssey through realms unspeakable, cast into a world that teems with alien sorceries and unspeakable horrors.
Yet, amidst the chaos, regret eludes me. I have plunged too far, plumbed too deep into the wells of forbidden knowledge to be burdened by remorse. My descent is complete, my choices irrevocable.
And so, I ask you now—my fellow fools—what is this but the price I pay for the paths I tread? Is this my punishment? Or is it merely the next chapter in an endless nightmare? I tell you no lies, and yet my truths are twisted, writhing like the nameless things that haunt my waking hours. Secrets cling to me like shadows, and now, I lay them bare before you.
But the question remains—are you ready to see through the lies?
