My Chaotic Thoughts

I alone find joy amid life's many faces. The years wear down the dreamers; traps and crises are everywhere. Bound by the Five Elements, I emerge from the Eight Trigrams. So much love, so much pain. Ten years of dreams, ten years of heartache. How I hate fate for playing tricks on us. Only the little demons survive. We make our way along the road, going through the motions.

Conspiracies and schemes are laughable. In the end, you and I are both insignificant.

Immortals? Monsters? Aliens? Perhaps this is all just a game, and what we see before us isn't real. If you take it seriously, then you've already lost completely. There are many legends about the origins of humanity. Perhaps what we study now isn't the only answer. To this day, many unexplainable things still happen. Science simply can't explain them.

So why can't we let a game decide our lives?

When the game resets, perhaps that is our next life. When the game is taken offline, perhaps that means the universe has ended.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.