The End

[Stream of consciousness] [Writing whatever comes to mind in dreams]

[Fantasy + Supernatural + Romance + Everyday life + School life + Adventure]

A “myth” that no one can immerse themselves in, and that few believe in, alongside “miracles” that never existed. It can only be considered an imagined story, though it might become something people laugh about.

Or it may be deemed heretical, persecuted and destroyed until it vanishes completely.

Undoubtedly, to gain religious belief from the void and chaos, and to spread so-called doctrines, is to inspire an incomprehensible fear of those who follow the crowd.

Caught between disbelief and disregard, none of it matters. It has no effect.

It is neither real nor false.

Because...

For the vast majority who follow the crowd, “myths” are born from everything connected and entangled with them, everything that draws them into what is called life.

As for whether they are real, surely the answer has already said it all.

Changing what is already believed only gives rise to heresy.

What never existed cannot have its inevitable ending changed.

In a world that is already chaotic, an aimless thing comes into being, drifts about, and eventually becomes connected.

It is an attempt at the beginning of everything, a change that never happened.

None of it cares about the individual. It is all insignificant.

Building a door, opening it or shutting it, what does it matter?

Those standing before the door will not push it open.

Things proceed in their original, orderly fashion.

Nothing will change. Nothing ever has...

A story swallowed up in an ordinary ending, with strangers going their separate ways.