Uncried Tears

Prelude

We are imperfect. In the least amount of words, that is how I describe my race. No, I am not human but I do look alike. I am what one used to call a Saiga. Our race once thought that we existed. We were true. We were…alive. That is before I found out about the truth to my so-called life. It is true that there is much more than meets the eye. One only needs to open his eyes to the truth that there is no reality. That the only thing the blocks the pure thought is an impure one. And who, you may ask, creates these impure thoughts? People. People around you. People who say that dreams are nothing but an image that the mind creates when you slumber deeply during the night. People who lied to you, masking the truth behind fake truths. And this, we fall for. We are too naïve to open are mind. We are too afraid to know what lies beyond that white line.

Sadly, we cannot do anything. That is nature. We have no direct ways of opposing the force that brought us into the world that we live in. However, we can shape it to our desire, our mind and heart’s will.

I shall tell you my tale. My tale of how I discovered that there is, or rather are, other worlds out there. All you need to do is blink.

In the world that never was, in the kingdom that never ruled, was a person who never lived.

That person is I.