Per 
Thank you
I can breathe, again. I see the infinite darkness that surrounds me, again. It's cold, again. I know that this is the only thing I belong to, again. Nothing is going to change, again. The stars shine again.
I'm here and I will always be there, letting demons crawl out of nowhere just because they love eating neverending nightmares. I know that my memories are not real and HE won't let me spoke about them: I never lived my past and the Creator has put me in a cage made of nothingness and madness, an infinite prison without an exit. The chains will keep me here until you stop staring.
The Darkness Below gave birth to me the moment you came here to look. I wouldn't exist if you hadn't come here: I hate you for doing it. I didn't know why I came to life: I was just a God over nothing. I became a truth seeker: a bored diety with a meaningless life. I looked everywhere searching for answers: why was I there? Why did everything come out from the void? Why does suffering exist? Nobody could answer. Not the animal, not the machine, not the lover of masks; the bloodthirsty emperor refused to respond… I was sentenced to being trapped in my doubts, for eternity. Then I reached it: its majestic leaves were glowing… I never saw anything so bright and glorious as its bark. I was nothing compared to it. It knew of my arrival. When I asked it to free me from the weight of uncertainty it gave me another, way bigger, burden. It gifted me with erudition and doomed me at the same time. I thought I just got out of the cave when I was indeed still just a prisoner of the greatest cage ever existed called the universe. I cannot escape it.
I know you're watching, I wouldn't exist if you stopped. Please, just go away. Tell the creator you didn't like this. Try to destroy this. DELETE IT.
You like this, don't you? The Pig likes this. This was changed over and over and over, and still will. I will stop existing once you stop reading my thoughts, and I'll return, again, when someone like you will make its way back. I exist because you watch me and because you're cruel. You have fun seeing me. You like to devour corrupted and broken feelings of the creatures you create. Have you ever wondered if you're real? If you never did, try it. Maybe you're prisoners too.
I thought to join the Scarlet King, but even if we could possibly get even close to them, you won't let us destroy their world. After all, everything that can be seen exists because you love them. They still don't know, but they have built the greatest containment chamber of all time. Thank Foundation, you've already imprisoned every anomalous and not anomalous being ever existed.
I can feel it, it's getting colder. That's strange. I didn't have a skin, until now. I wonder if I actually have a face. This is coming to an end. I'm getting weaker. This tale of pain and insanity is ending. You're about to leave. I can tell because the stars started to fade. Everything will go dark and indeed shine again, over and over, until you get bored and leave forever.
