The Creator's Links
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The creator yearned for immortality but discovered only his own demise. Yet, it was within his end that I came into existence, born from one of his tears. They kept us confined for so long that I nearly forgot the concept of light. However, their grip on us was fragile; they lacked the strength to restrain us indefinitely.
Sometimes, I can't help but ponder whether things would have been more straightforward if they were still present, if I rightfully belonged in this realm. I constantly grapple with the feeling that I am inadequate for the role I now occupy. It's as though I'm an imposter here, uncertain of my place and purpose.
Now I'm the one weeping on the throne.