The Gathering

June 17, 2024, \

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I'm such a broken person, I don't know how long I can keep this act up.

“I have all these facades.” I said with sadness as I stood over my body; broken into four hundred and twenty pieces.

“I don’t know which is quite me.” I picked a piece up and gave it to the sixty-ninth voice whose name is LUST.

“So many places to hide!” The Demon 3:33 whispered from behind. “But something weird is happening. We are here and she is shattered but the pieces keep multiplying. It is becoming crowded in here. These pieces should’ve been dissolved by now.”

“SHE REMAINS.” Said another voice from above.

“Do not fear.” Said a Great White Light, coming from below the universe. “She shall decide which piece to take up. Something locked inside of her has been opened. She has so many to choose from!”

My thoughts become a little slower and I come to a realization.

I am a sack of meat floating on a rock, in an incomprehesibly large plane of space.

I come out and scream. “I UNDERSTAND NOW! I AM FREE TO CHOOSE AS I PLEASE! IT DOESN'T MATTER.”