The Gathering

June 17, 2024, \

I'm such a broken person, I don't know how long I can keep this facade up. im so fucked up. I dont know who is me anymore.

“I have all these facades.” I said with sadness as I stood over my body; broken into four hundred and twenty pieces.

“I don’t know which is quite me.” I picked a piece up and gave it to the sixty-ninth voice whose name is LUST.

“So many places to hide!” said the Demon 3:33. “But something weird is happening. We are here and she is shattered but the pieces keep growing back. It is becoming crowded in here. Her pieces should’ve been dissolved by now.”

“SHE REMAINS.” Said another.

“Do not fear.” Said a Great White Light, coming from below the universe. “She shall decide which master she shall serve. Something has been locked inside for her. It has been opened.” The White Light’s voice pitched lower.

My thoughts become a little slower.

“I was listening to the wrong voice.” I come out of the fever dream caused by the searching of my soul.

“I have been shown many great things.” I calmly said to them. “I have been shown so many things. What future is to come for me… I decline your offer.”

Once again, I remember that I used to be a sack of meat floating on a rock, in space.