-The secrets of the universe-

"Human history is foreign to me from a distance. Up close, I am obliged to immerse. Drowning in pillars of forgotten ashes, I do everyday. And I still. Oblige."

-A man from the edges of my memory. 1938.

Day 01:

I lay on the scorching wasteland, drunk, but still very, very sane.

A notebook rests on the side of my right and a sudden urge propels me to pick it up.

Strange huh.

Instead of saving my fallen friends who are impaled with swords, I have decided upon picking up this worthless book.

Pathetic. Laughable.

Heck, I'm laughing at thou self!

The magical notebook that I have mirrors my every thought and yet I have picked up another.

For no apparent reason.

"Human Greed."

This must be it. Right?

Psi- the power that fuels our universe. That can't even compare to innate desire.

I know from first hand experience the lethalness of psi, the devastation it can bring. And I still think its inferior.

Hahahahaha.

It seems I'm a human being after all. Sad.

Its.

Actually. Really sad.

I'm crying. aahhh.

Or so I think.

The eye-water from my mans-in-arms slaughter the sound and I can hear. One voice.

"Mama."

And the River forms a word I can only vaguely remember.

"Regret."

Or.

"Guilt."

I realise I am standing now, and the two notebooks have become one.

An entity stares down at me from my left and it collapses, and I feel fire bursting from my veins, the lava beneath swallowing all like rampant flames.

This overkill was my doing.

I ensured and took the light from those who carried on.

And I was relentless, the lions ravaging blue.

Terrifying, looking horns force themselves onto me, and point towards Heaven, poke it, and turn it bad.

The fallen rise like skeletons and I know for a fact that they are undead.

So I grin.

There is no feeling anymore.

But I still can hear.

My own voice.

Hahahahaha.