/lit/ - Literature

It's over. The worlds state is my own fault. I was a chosen one but didn't acted out my own responsibility. The consequence: a long generation of imbalance. I depraved my generation of essential meaning. It's lost. Forever. I don't know when the next one will spawn. I found some copies of myself, they are literal genetic copies of me. They have the same extremely specific traits and interests. You couldn't believe it when you see it. But the cultural environment they grew up in made them lack fundamental insights and knowledge. RIP. Until next time.