- I don't remember when Sole had himself anymore.
I don't know what triggered it.
Soon the sole sprouted what should be called consciousness, so that it could perceive what was around the sole.
And - the first thing Sole felt was so much resentment and angry screaming that he was going crazy.
Overwhelming, like a flood swallowing and destroying everything, fear and hatred.
The roar of anger so much that I'm just touching it that my spirit is about to break.
Even as he screams and tries to push away, the turbulence stops, but swallows the consciousness of the sole.
Seeking help, no one hears the voice, and just that no one can miss it, it is covered in the consciousness of the sole.
And the owner of the sole, to be called the Lord, rejoices even more when he hears its screams, and uses the sole to sip (soothe) new screams in order to create more anger, hatred, and fear.
- In the turbulence of cessation (or) indignation and anger, the sole knocked down to a vortex of despair that never rested for a moment also became part of that turbulence at all times, feeling nothing.
- How long has it been?
No longer, when Sole's consciousness almost assimilated to turbulence, the self he was born into was about to collapse.
The owner of the sole changed and passed into the hands of another Lord.
But... nothing changes.
The turbulence that lurks in the sole destroys everything, swallows everything, and eventually also pollutes the spirit of the owner of the sole, the Lord, to take it into its stream.
Over and over again, Sole has come to see the last of those who hold the Sole fall into an unsaveable beast, rejoicing in breaking the spirit and sipping the screams that are created.
Some of them had broken spirits before they held the sole… However, what was common to all of them was the fact that those seeking the sole were originally (...) raw people who were not even (...) Loc.
Some just get drunk on power, get drunk on waving power, and want a sole for more power.
Some want a sole that is hungry for the blood that spills out, craves more blood if it spills, and can therefore never be unrelated to strife.
At any rate, I wonder if this Lord is also of that kind.
In an irreversible despair that has become routine no longer, yes, it was a sole who slowly tried to close his eyes - but the new Lord was a slightly different presence of fur than the Lord has ever been.
The new Lord used even more mighty force to subdue his crying without being swallowed up by the overwhelming turbulence that flowed in.
Until now, none of them have.
At the time we all held the sole, we were led by consciousness by the turbulence flowing in from the sole, and until the spirit of its owner was polluted and we lost our minds, the owner could never let go of the hand that held the sole, and at the end of the day, everyone and he would follow the same end.
But - this Lord, he didn't.
Though Thoreau also became almost part of the turbulence, it was only a little, sobering to see the grudges and angry screams that had tormented him.
And the new Lord, the words he said to Sole.
'Shut up and let me use you. That way, I'll reborn you.'
- Sole was the first moment I felt anything but negative emotions.
At first, a little confusion.
And then the next unhidden joy pierces the entire body of the sole.
A turbulence of resentment and anger that was always inside the sole and was continually tormented.
- They were, at some point, gone.
Perhaps as Sole was given a new form, they travelled to where they should be.
The power flowing in from the new Lord was so powerful that it seemed so - and at the same time, it felt so comfortable and secure that it seemed like it was going up in the sky, wrapped in a warm cradle.
… under (under) this Lord, he may finally be able to redeem himself.
Maybe you don't have to hate, reject, and try to keep away your existential significance (...).
So Sole shook with joy.
This Lord is a stranger.
Sole thought so.
Talk to Sole, who was just a scream and other tool to bring about death, take care of him gently as if he were merciful, and treat Sole as one personality.
Most of all, I was glad - you gave me a name.
For Sole, who has never experienced to be given, even if it takes something away from him, it is always in his chest that the joy of never fading is born, scorching his body, that the name given is called to the Lord.
Shaken by the Lord, just to protect the Lord, fight others.
The Lord wants, He wants, And He fulfills His share.
- There, I felt good until I was sensual.
Ever since I met this Lord, I feel that emotions I have never tasted have seeped from the inside out.
Fun, pleasure, and intense emotions that I don't know who I am, that I'm going to be bored with.
The loneliness I feel when I leave the Lord's hands also seems loving now.
- Oh? Something... unusual, you.
- Were you able to send such a good precaution?
"Same as always"
That is how Sole answers the Lord's inquiry one day.
Yes, it's the same as always. This thought.
A little, I feel like my thoughts have cleared up more than before...... but nothing at all has changed since I was given a new form.
Lord. I want to protect you, dear Lord.
One thought that this self, who has shed numerous blood, continues to faint in the chest, even if it is disproportionate or desirable.
If that's what you might want. If it can be done.
- I will always, always, always be with you...