Once, in an unknown universe, there was a man who lived without a purpose.
He was so aimless that this void was slowly consuming him from within.
He had no goal.
He had no dream.
And as he well knew, a man without a dream is no different from a dead man.
The man's name was Lilbert.
Fed up with everything, he secluded himself in a forest, living only with his small field and the animals he raised.
He lived merely for the sake of living.
Thinking about other people made him angry; they lived as if they would never die, like fools.
To him, death was the end of all dreams.
It was death that gave stories their beauty, and after death, time would simply clean up the mess left behind.
One rainy day, he could no longer endure it.
He cried out: "WHOSOEVER IS OUT THERE! GOD OR DEVIL!! TALK TO ME! I BEG YOU!!!"
Suddenly, the raindrops froze in mid-air, and a dark entity appeared before him.
Lilbert could only remember the smile on its face.
