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the puppet of the oldest dream,
who are you?
regressor,
33, unemployed…
but this isn’t about all that.
the very creation of a
dreamer
and a
writer
but you are more than just a character
more than just a protagonist
who are you?
some say you are a
Hero
but how can you be
when you are trapped in the cycle
just like the rest of them?
when you sinned
just like the rest of them?
the regressor himself doesn’t regress
it’s the world around him that does
what did you do wrong?
one thousand eight hundred sixty four
lives
how many other people did you kill along the way
how many other people did you save along the way
how many people did you wish you were
when things got hard and your companions started to disappear
is it true, then?
so much time you endured
does that make you a
Hero
because of experience alone?
maybe it’s true that i don’t understand you that well
you are,
after all,
a being that no one can understand
you did,
after all,
eventually become the very thing you swore to destroy
memories
some blacked out, faded away
some clear as glass, unforgettable
some given away to someone else--
two thoughts turned into two separate beings
conflicted
“I want to die.”
“「 I want to live. 」”
does a
Hero
grin
as he tips over the edge of the rooftop
sacrifice himself
and die?
or does a
Hero
polish his sword
through the ashes of the fallen bodies
through the blood, through the scars
and continue to live?
caught up in the tides of time
fighting against the wind
against a dreamer you do not know the name of
maybe someone else is the real
Hero
the world of zero
the first time
insider information
final wall
dokkaebi king
free of sin, an easy round, a happy round
but then you
chose a sponsor
“Tell me, you fool,
If I continue to regress, will I ever get to meet you again?”
spent thousands--
no, millions--
of years
drifting in space
to deliver the story to its beloved reader
who are you?
actually, you might just be a
Hero
yet
i guess we’ll never know
i guess we’ll just have to keep reading.