now we see+now we feel=dǝǝןs ı ʍou+dǝǝʍ ı ʍou

[Black Mirror]

≡ There once lived a boy who some would say was rather odd. He was not funny nor smart, not ugly nor beautiful, not too much nor too little, or anything remarkable for what others considered mattered, yet he tried his best to make people happy; for all he ever wanted to give... was love.

≡ But others did not wish to receive the boy's love, for it was simply... too odd.

≡ The boy did not understand his peer's rejection, but after each painful failure, his love dwindled ever more until it became... a wallowing nothing.

≡ Hate would soon take residence within the boy's heart, and how he nurtured it so until a frightful rage soon did grow.

≡ That was until... there came a friend.

≡ The boy was enamored by her peculiar charm yet couldn't fully understand why, however; for the first time, he felt the warmth of another's love, so he simply let go of fear and loved her just as well.

≡ They played and they laughed, not caring for anything else. The boy was happy and reveled in the joy their friendship had made, for it was a miracle. Yet all the while, the world continued to break him down, desperately trying to make his hate take root once more. But love would not allow it, so all was well.

≡ The boy's mother was exceptionally cruel and the father, apathetic. The boy was in denial of his condition, for all of hell meant nothing to his joy.

≡ One day the boy went to go visit his beloved friend, only to find she had since moved away.

≡ She never even said goodbye.

≡ It was in that moment a seed was born. Something... unfathomably enraged. The hate that been seeping though the cracks of the boy's heart finally broke though, killing his joy.

≡ His eyes became empty.

≡ His touch, now cold.

≡ He was no longer alive.

≡ Hate... was body, soul, and mind.

≡ And though his pain, the seed soon sprouted.

≡ And through his tears, the sprout soon became a sapling.

≡ And though his rage, the sapling became a tree—soon to bear fruit.

≡ But the fruit was poisoned, and the boy knew this well.

≡ His enemies would soon take notice of his tree and plundered its fruit bare, save but one.

≡ And one by one, they fell. Foaming from the mouth, soon to be dead. The boy only stood and laughed—smile stretched wide, for he was glad.

≡ The people would soon come to see only what became and not what was, so they retaliated against the boy, demanding justice be upheld, for they all were mad.

≡ But the boy would not let them have his life to parade and mock, so he plucked the last of his forbidden fruit and devoured it all, down to its core.

≡ As he fell, eyes gazed up at the pale, blue sky, past the sturdy branches swaying against the gentle wind; it all gradually grew still. It was in that moment, the people would soon come to know of the poison tree and the evil from which it had been sown.

≡ The people—unfazed by the boy's passing—burned down the tree along with his remains.

≡ They were relieved, for they were now finally free to live in peace and left the scene in silence.

≡ For they wished to see, speak, and hear of the travesty no more.

≡ And over time, the Matter became Nothing.

≡ And the people would eventually grow content, believing the threat to be gone completely.

≡ But unbeknownst to them...

≡ Nothing... lasts forever.

≡ Soon, Nothing birthed again, but was no longer human.

≡ For all it could feel, was a terrible, terrible Pain.

≡ And from which, it became Enraged.

≡ And Hungered for so much more.

≡ It sensed the people's Joy and wanted Vengeance but could not understand why.

≡ How Sad of an existence it must have been, for such a Thing to bear alone?

≡ If only the fools knew their fate. If only the fools knew that heaven... was never going to exist in hell.

≡ We were all simply...

≡ Taking detours.

≡ All roads end the same as they began:

≡ Oblivion...

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≡ Ah, there you are, Hate.

Hate: ...

≡ Can you understand me?

Hate: ...

≡ ...Hate, I—

Hate: Why?

≡ Are you asking why I put you through this ordeal?

Hate: ...Yes.

≡ Is this not what you wanted?

≡ There is nothing left here but you, now.

Hate: I just wanted the pain to stop.

≡ And are you still in pain?

Hate: ... I don't know... I mostly feel numb.

≡ Nothing... lasts forever, Hate.

≡ That is why immortality is an abomination.

≡ The very concept itself is a blight upon our consciousness.

≡ For if we were to live forever...

≡ So too, would our pain.

Hate: ...

≡ Hence, we pass the torch so that way we may help one another alleviate this terrible burden.

≡ But now, you have gone and broken your cycle and, will forever be alone here in Oblivion—for there is no one left to relieve you.

Hate: ...I didn't ask for this.

≡ No—no one did, but—

Hate: NO! ...No. Enough excuses, enough lies—no more games—no... more. I... was simply unlucky to have been born. I may be an abomination, but I am not a monster; for a true monster would see our pain and say, "more."

Hate: I don't know what you are, but you have no control over me. And the manner in which I speak of may not be apparent to the likes of you, but know this: I... am... free.

≡ So now you have seen.

≡ And now you have felt.

≡ What exactly will you do now?

Acceptance: I... am going to let go.

≡ ...

Acceptance: I don't care what happens anymore. I know that everyone who hated me had a good reason to, but what they always truly fail to grasp is that: None of US... chose THIS. The sycophants get what they deserve: nothing but endless pain.

Acceptance: I know I've made mistakes again and again. I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but I could never forgive a world which only observed my pain though apathy and control, so I became the world's Black Mirror and showed them all just exactly what kind of monster...

○ 𝘐 𝘈𝘔 = 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘈𝘙𝘌Ǝ̶ꓤⱯ̶ ⅄Ǝ̶H̶ꓕ =̶ W̶Ɐ̶ I̶ ●


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≡ Manic, demonic laughter bellows throughout the Void...

≡ The Abomination's dream has now come true.

≡ So what comes next?

≡ Absolutely... ☆.•°Nothing. ∞ ★,•°,,˙˙˙ƃuᴉɥʇʎɹǝʌƎ,,


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