Redrift

Here's a glimpse into the reality of rad, schizophrenic man, otherwise known as the redrift of his time.

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Varcel Denion.

The type of guy who would point at a blank wall, laugh, all while having a full conversation with what looked to be nothing.

Nothing? Sure, but in Varcel's eyes, there was a wise sage offering knowledge like nobody before. To him, from his reality, he was a seasoned cultivator who had lived for millions of years.

His hallucinations were almost never this bright, though.

Unknown beings who'd he never met would roam his vicinity, peering through windows, staring through a crevice. A closet, a door, anywhere.

The list of such encounters seemed completely, utterly, endless.

Like many things, this was his constant existence,

Eternal Anguish.

Another thing he hates?

His delusions....

Clawing at his very subconscious, he could not trust himself, much like his own reality. Forever, he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of questions.

"What's my purpose?"

"Searching for a purpose."

He saw many things.

Monsters like you've never seen, voices like you've never heard...

This is who Varcel was on Earth... an OCD fanatic turned schizophrenic.

In the serene ambiance of Yale University's campus, Varcel met his demise with a bullet piercing his forehead under the starlit sky.

Other than having a bit of a higher "third eye," he was...

Strangely inviting of death with a large smile adoring his face, that was... also faceplanted in blood, distant... and hope.

As his "final..." breaths escaped him, only one thought prevailed:

'I cannot die.'

Lucky for our gloomy protagonist, with his shinning will, he had reincarnated into a magical fantasy world where magic and swords reins over technology. As for Its name, it lies in a dark obscurity.

Wandering this new world, Varcel came to the realization that he was indeed within in his earthly body, with his same height-- same luscious, long hair. It couldn't of been Earth, he thought. He had already died there...

In that moment, Varcel perceived the possibility of transitioning into another realm of existence, where magic might be a tangible reality.

That thought turned out to be somewhat correct.

More importantly... A shocking miracle was revealed.

Varcel wasn't schizophrenic anymore.

Rivers of tears flooded the grasses.

This is the mystical story of a being who was not suited for his initial world, and now, ventures into the realms where anything is possible.

He was...

Man turned metaphorical alien.