HakutoRei000
He/Him- 1,169
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Because for some, a purpose is what ensures they keep on living.
“Well then, since it’s already late and we need to move early tomorrow, it’s time to sleep. I’ve already set up a protective field, so you can all rest without worry.”
Harei meant that no one needed to keep watch.
For on nights like this, Harei would meet Layla and converse with her.
As Harei closed his eyes, he awoke in a place all too familiar—the place where he had first met the being who had sent him into this world.
“Welcome, Harei… or perhaps I should call you the End? You stand now in a realm beyond mere place. Allow me to introduce myself properly: my name is Guiliver, though you may call me Guil. Our first meeting was far too brief, and I regret the lack of a proper introduction.”
“So, what’s the deal? Why call me here?”
“In this journey, you must have come to understand—your power, your very existence as the End. You must realize that this is absolute. Inevitably, I will feel it myself… when my own ending comes.”
“Hmm. And? Is there anything else you wanted to say? If it’s just to remind me, you could’ve told Layla.”
“Layla is me. More precisely, she is my avatar. My true form is too… real to appear in the lower world. Should I force it, that reality would shatter, reduced to nothing more than a story on a page.”
“Hmph. If you’re that powerful, why don’t you just fix everything yourself? Why drag me into this, out of all the souls you could’ve chosen?”
“I am not almighty. Even I am bound—restrained by a force far greater, one that governs the narrative of all worlds. And why you? Because among the countless souls drifting into the afterlife from across realities, your existence is the most unique. Not merely unique—exceptional. You can exist even where Sdeon—the purest of Ideas before being filtered into a lesser reality—remains nothing but dream and imagination. And you, unlike any other, persisted in a physical, mortal form under the crushing weight of the cosmic hierarchy. Of course I chose you.”
“…Hahhh. Well, I can’t really argue with that. Once a story’s written, it’d be lame if it just stopped halfway. Oh, right—there’s something I wanna ask about the other side in this story.”
“You mean… the master of the Puppator? Ah, that one. They are what we call an anti-narrative. An existence as rare as yours—one that strives to preserve this world from its inevitable end.”
“Wait, hold on. When you say it like that, it makes me sound like the villain here.”
“Hahaha… You said it yourself. The End is certain. It must come. They simply reject that truth. Their philosophy denies conclusion. But do not be concerned—your power is sanctioned to stand against them.”
“Fine, fine… I get it.” (Harei’s body slowly began to fade.) “One last thing—who are you, really, besides ‘Guiliver’?”
“Hahahaha… I am the one watching a man play chess… upon a chessboard… with you all as the pieces, one against another.”
“…Tch. Figures.” Harei vanished completely.
“And because you are the extension that connects with Him…”
“Well then, since it’s already late and we need to move early tomorrow, it’s time to sleep. I’ve already set up a protective field, so you can all rest without worry.”
Harei meant that no one needed to keep watch.
For on nights like this, Harei would meet Layla and converse with her.
As Harei closed his eyes, he awoke in a place all too familiar—the place where he had first met the being who had sent him into this world.
“Welcome, Harei… or perhaps I should call you the End? You stand now in a realm beyond mere place. Allow me to introduce myself properly: my name is Guiliver, though you may call me Guil. Our first meeting was far too brief, and I regret the lack of a proper introduction.”
“So, what’s the deal? Why call me here?”
“In this journey, you must have come to understand—your power, your very existence as the End. You must realize that this is absolute. Inevitably, I will feel it myself… when my own ending comes.”
“Hmm. And? Is there anything else you wanted to say? If it’s just to remind me, you could’ve told Layla.”
“Layla is me. More precisely, she is my avatar. My true form is too… real to appear in the lower world. Should I force it, that reality would shatter, reduced to nothing more than a story on a page.”
“Hmph. If you’re that powerful, why don’t you just fix everything yourself? Why drag me into this, out of all the souls you could’ve chosen?”
“I am not almighty. Even I am bound—restrained by a force far greater, one that governs the narrative of all worlds. And why you? Because among the countless souls drifting into the afterlife from across realities, your existence is the most unique. Not merely unique—exceptional. You can exist even where Sdeon—the purest of Ideas before being filtered into a lesser reality—remains nothing but dream and imagination. And you, unlike any other, persisted in a physical, mortal form under the crushing weight of the cosmic hierarchy. Of course I chose you.”
“…Hahhh. Well, I can’t really argue with that. Once a story’s written, it’d be lame if it just stopped halfway. Oh, right—there’s something I wanna ask about the other side in this story.”
“You mean… the master of the Puppator? Ah, that one. They are what we call an anti-narrative. An existence as rare as yours—one that strives to preserve this world from its inevitable end.”
“Wait, hold on. When you say it like that, it makes me sound like the villain here.”
“Hahaha… You said it yourself. The End is certain. It must come. They simply reject that truth. Their philosophy denies conclusion. But do not be concerned—your power is sanctioned to stand against them.”
“Fine, fine… I get it.” (Harei’s body slowly began to fade.) “One last thing—who are you, really, besides ‘Guiliver’?”
“Hahahaha… I am the one watching a man play chess… upon a chessboard… with you all as the pieces, one against another.”
“…Tch. Figures.” Harei vanished completely.
“And because you are the extension that connects with Him…”
