Who Am I? I Don't Want to Be an NPC

I was once the author who wrote creation into being,

convinced I could define everything,

until one day I suddenly realized:

I, too, might just be a character someone wrote.

So I began to ask:

Where does consciousness come from?

Is meaning inherently empty?

If I'm merely an NPC in someone else's story,

how can I live as the protagonist of my own?

Between cycles and fate,

between creator and creation,

between the endless "something" and the ultimate "nothing,"

I finally understood:

True freedom

has never meant escaping the world.

It means reaching into the void

and bringing into being, with my own hands,

something that belongs to me.