Chapter 1: Arriving at The World
"Where am I" - those words were my first thoughts. Or not. Maybe not. It was such long time ago.
"I am falling" - Demeter thought to himself.
"I have been falling for such a long time, but there has been no stopping."
"Maybe the problem is that I weigh"- he surmised.
Well in this particular case, he was certainly right.
He was falling, because he weighed. Because people are made of matter. Or so it seems.
'Is falling a journey?' - he was asking himself.
'Cause it certainly feels like it.'
'I wonder if this is how Gandalf felt.' 'Lol.'
One could see a snickering boy, falling in the darkness.
"Will I ever arrive?"- he could have asked aloud. Would have been a rhetorical question anyways.
"Maybe you will, human, maybe you won't." - answered a deep voice, lullingly.
"Am I hallucinating? Yaay. At least I got a friend. Haha. Lol"'
"What a tard you are, my child."- said the voice sounding defeated. "But that is why..."
"Why what?" - asked Demeter.
"You are necessary."
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