When I was ten years old, a group of people suddenly lived in my head.
They chatter all day long, saying that I am the savior and the only God in the universe.
My parents took me to see all the doctors, and everyone said I was mentally ill.
I thought so too, until seventeen years after taking the medicine, the sky was torn apart.
The voices in my mind spoke in unison for the first time: "The time has come, God, please wake up."
I looked at the crack in the sky that spanned the entire Milky Way, and the psychotropic drugs in my hand spilled all over the floor.
It turns out that this world is crazy.
