I was born on New Year's Eve and died on New Year's Eve. My birth was both a blessing and a curse. In a sense, I'm like a Möbius strip. I can be born because of something, but I can also dissipate because of it. I am a delusion. A thought arises, a thought dies. I'm waiting for something to wake me up. I hope that person is you.
Concept: The Möbius strip also has an end