A newfound world is beyond the surface. All questions you have ever asked are beyond this world, with answers right next to them. Starting with a single name. Liv! My alter person, someone underdeveloped and out of control, quiet and loud. He is the one in the orchestra playing the 1st violin. The pretender and predator with the face of your most beloved. The ultimate ally, friend, and enemy! The double-edged sword! In a world so tenacious to self-destruct.
The rules of this reality are so sharp with edges. Rule number one - there are no rules in this world. A world without restraint, the reality that lives inside of a mind that's trapped inside of a person. The first question that's going to be answered. What is reality?
Liv glanced upwards, and light appeared in the sky, twenty seconds later a loud sound followed. Thunder! His skin was hot, sweat dripping, catching the breath from all the running. Something he did every third day, six o'clock sharp. The feeling of wet droplets cooled his skin, the wind freezing the cheeks, nose, and edge of his ears. It was unexpected, the lightning struck again, and sound followed shortly behind. It's cold. Doesn't this weather happen because the air is so hot, that electrons in the air zap? It's the first time he experienced this while it's cold. The rain started pouring, clothes dampened with each droplet falling. Fully caught his breath, Liv noticed the position he stood. On the hill, overlooking the homes down below. Eyes fully adjusted to the darkness. He saw shadows that were made from the lamplight's all around. Homes with different colored lights on. Rare passersby and cars driving in the distance. Liv stretched his both hands, as if he were on the stage in front of an orchestra with a baton in his hands, looking down below. Lightning struck again. Liv smiled for the first time in a long while. A genuine smile, one of the rarest emotions he had. I dare you to strike me. He extended his hand imagining he conducted the melody of the lifetime. The audience behind him silently listens to the orchestra playing the melody of his making. What a delusional man he is.
The world is ending. This world has already developed, to prepare for its day to end. To live is to die. To exist is to perish. That's the ultimate ending for us all. Now or never. The waiting is over. Let's terror begin!
The answer is a delusion. Reality is a delusion. What one thinks is real is only real in the mind that thinks it's real. The mind equals a person, which equals a world. Each person has a world inside their minds that they silently carry within themselves. Trying to seek meaning from other worlds around, even though the ultimate world is already inside of the person. You and I might be fundamentally similar, but we are not here for each other. I will never fit into your reality, and you will never fit in mine because our worlds are not the same. I will never fill your world because that is not my role to do. My world was born to be destroyed. That's why Liv is here. To represent what's inside of me. Delusion of tactician's destruction. Let's see this world burn.
One step forward, Liv turned around to run back home. All wet from rain. I hope I don't catch a cold. He murmured, coming into view of the street he lived. At the central part of the capital, the liveliest street out here. Now all empty. No person was in the view in the usually busy street. Another bright strike zapped, right in front of Liv, the sound of thunder echoed like it was roaring right next to him, feeling of ground shaking under his feet. That was way too close to his liking. He walked into his building, all wet from the rain, and ran upstairs to his apartment. The looming doom followed closely behind.