Vignettes of Observation, Object: Mr. Outsider.

I was hit by a truck in the night. Twelve passerbys, ten mouthed gasps, eight developed into hysteria. Time dilated, yet my thoughts did not. A conundrum.

The dissonance between my body and thought would be worth analyzing. Chains sprouted out from the ground, binding me to immobility.

The world seemed to be hellbent on sending me away. I didn't move. I couldn't move.

A sensible outcome. My legs were chained, time slowed down, my thought and the truck kept moving at a normal pace.

I met the Goddess. Curious, I was never a man of faith. After considerstion, I have nothing else to do, staying in this empty space had no benefits. She sent me to a world called "Monad". A world plagued with monsters and demons, she told me.

I had become an object of observation. Let them.

— Albert


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