You set yourself free of your concrete cage in the night for the night is your day and the day is your night. You lead yourself towards the nearby place dedicated to nature and play, which you absolutely love to visit. On your way, the stray dogs know not to bark at you, the cats know to avoid you, and the rodents know to run away from you. This useless world is nothing but your canvas, and you cannot help but complete it. Once you enter the very special place, you see a wretched figure in the distance, smiling at you devilishly, and yet you cannot fathom the full form of this humanoid thing besides the face, smiling for it knows that you have came back. Your shadow holds you by your shoulder as you walk, accompanying you on this journey, for you are your only and your best friend all at once. You are being watched. They are watching you. You know that they are watching, and you are happy to be watched again after all of this time. You all know of each other's presence. You keep venturing into this labyrinth of nature and scattered playgrounds, going where your soul wishes as you know this place like you know yourself. You look at the sky and realise that the damned succubus was right, the sky is indeed of the wrong color, covering itself in the rust of what will be several machines of war. You know that this wicked world will, at one unknown moment in time, end. You hope for it, not because you hate yourself, but because you absolutely hate being stuck on this insignificant teeny tiny little rock. You're certain that this world will be enveloped by fires so cold that they cannot be fathomed by those of old. Here you are, walking in the summer, hoping for a winter to be eternal. You stop by a swing. You love swings as they remind you about how you used to cheerfully fly. And while you swing, you have nothing but resentment for those who have thrown you in a world ruined by the people of Abraham, for these people, followers of Abraham or not, have come to be worse than demons and more stubborn than those absolute morons who have sent you here to suffer for being too curious. You listen to the birds sing at each other in desperation, and soon after you depart the swing, the rain sets in. You are wetted by the tears of billions in a sea that will soon be filled with dry and crushed bone. It only lasts a few minutes before it stops. The teens playing loud music earlier have long left and after the rain stops, you are sure that you are being watched again. You were left alone at the swing, but not anymore. The whole walk has so far been only less than 3 hours and it is considered by most people "late at night" but you do not live with the laws of a dysfunctional society built by an species undeserving to rule over this rock. The sky is still colored like rust. You have laid on a bench for half an hour. Not because you're tired, but because you're an admirer, an admirer of everything that is happening in a world that is actively killing itself, for it is something so absurd you can almost assume it would have been a dystopia written by a writer in whatever book would fit such stupid circumstances. You are to go back to your concrete cage soon. You have only left a note for those who oversee you in it. You weren't allowed to leave late. A sense of freedom overwhelms you. You did it. You have proven to yourself once more that you are free. You are your own god, and for yourself, there is no god better to worship than you. For you, all of this was absolutely worth it. Here you lay on a bench which you have deemed worthy to be resting on, looking upon a horrible world to live in and upon your own thoughts about this world. People have called you strange. People have called you delusional. People have called you sadistic. People have called you a liar. Yet you call yourself the best thing to ever exist, for you are the thing that you love most, and you were just too good for those stubborn fools to keep you around. You cannot help but
