When the World Rejects Me

This world has long been sick to its core. Even its apparent prosperity and peace are an illusion; beneath the surface, it has already rotted away. They have always dwelled in the shadows, watching us, hiding the stench and dressing disaster up as beauty. They praise suffering and regret, hoping to bury us in a sea of misery and make us sink into an endless abyss.

Whether one lives as a human or a ghost, perhaps there is no difference anymore.