The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Speaking of which, he seems to have been in happiness for a long time.

Born in an extremely ordinary, not so rich family.

Ordinary parents, siblings who are far apart in age.

Get up early in the morning, help his father in the forest, and return to the village with food for the day.

Go to bed early in the evening and give your mother a hand before going to bed to help take care of the younger siblings.

His tiny world, unchanging ordinary daily life—this ordinary life lasted for decades.

His father, as well as his father's father, went into the forest and lived in the same way, right?

As a son, he will live an unchanging life and die boringly like his fathers.

Although he is dissatisfied because of his youth, he also knows that dissatisfaction will weather with the passage of time.

Having a stable house, food that will not go hungry, and a harmonious relationship with neighbors, this is an ordinary (happy) life.

but why?

Since when?Become... now what?

Every boring day is the minimum right given to the villagers-although this is only a poor village, full of the correctness that anyone can live and die quietly.

His villagers are no different from him.

His villagers also think he is a companion.

There is no derailment.

There are no errors.

Because that choice is undoubtedly the will of all people including him (self).

There was no warning, and of course it happened like a morning greeting.

Leave the house as usual and head to the forest.

Saying hello to the neighbors who passed by, was ignored.

The beginning of the change was when it reached the very center of the village.

Surrounded by villagers who had never talked to, after that, he never returned to the village.

The "ritual" was calmly carried out by many people indifferently.

Hated by many people who know it, the hands and feet are only in their form and no longer become hands and feet.

Scolded by many people I know, throwing mud and smearing dirt.

Maybe it started from that time?

The exact personality of being "him" came to an end in the mud thrown by his biological parents and siblings.

The feelings are broken by the pain of physical destruction.

Reason collapsed with the sorrow that dignity was wiped out.

But there was no groan.

Because the branch that pierced the throat rotted.

It's also because the tongue was pulled out long ago.

Moreover, the vocal organs started to become inflamed because they kept screaming.

Whether you don't know people or people you know, they are all cursing him.

Because the implementation of "justice" requires no reason.

With the right anger and morality, he hates the "demon" (him) claustrophobic at the top of the mountain without any guilt.

[It’s fine if you don’t exist.

Don't kill him, but continue to laugh.

Abomination calls hatred.

[Why him?

There seemed to be a faint sound, and then was instantly drowned in the sound of cursing.

why?

Because there is no why.

There is no reason why he is a demon.

There is no reason to be chosen as a living sacrifice.

Because this kind of thing is okay no matter what it is.

It is not because of the constant evil deeds that anyone hates it.

It's not because of the constant good deeds that someone is alienated.

The reason for everything is simply because, as an ordinary person (he) without any characteristics, he was chosen like a chess piece.

That's it.

When this point was realized, "he" completely disappeared.

Instead, "it" was born.

That is... how long ago does it belong to the dream fragment?

In the darkness enclosed in the deep underground, "it" just indulges in the abyss of shallow sleep.

What I dreamed of in my shallow sleep was the countless unreasonable and unmarginal "prays" entrusted a long time ago.

wonderful world.

Beautiful life.

A flawless soul.