The Nature of Possession

419 – EP.15 Solitude

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The flower people look a lot like me.

They loved trees, grass, and flowers like I do, and they made their home in the green mountains without me having to teach them how.

They wove flowers into wreaths and built their homes among the crooked branches.

They grew and prospered on their own without my intervention.

As I watched the flower people communicate with the beasts of the mountain and sing joyful songs, my heart filled with emotions.

Yes, I had finally created a being that could speak to me as an equal.

Looking back, I think it was the first time in my life that I had any ‘expectations’.

But they didn’t move in the direction I wanted.

When I thought they were grown enough, I showed up.

I finally thought I could have the conversation I wanted.

I had no doubt that they would break down the loneliness, boredom, and lethargy that had built up over a long period of time.

But they betrayed my expectations.

The flower people did not stand shoulder to shoulder with me.

He just knelt down on the ground and bowed down, not even trying to make eye contact with me.

They were so weak.

At my careless gesture, they lost their color and turned to dust and returned to the earth.

The more this happened, the more they lowered their heads to the floor and begged for mercy from me.

I was not their friend. They did not understand me.

I was a terror and a mystery to them, and they were mere creatures to me.

This wasn’t very fun.

I lost interest in them and decided not to get involved in their lives much.

***

Humans gathered at the foot of the mountain. They formed groups of their own and created something called a ‘nation’.

I watched their struggle from the mountain.

It became a small attraction in an otherwise dull life.

The struggle between humans was truly fierce. They took the lives of their opponents with sharp chunks of iron.

They arbitrarily drew a line on the ground and claimed ownership. They even claimed ownership of the mountains.

They only claimed ownership, did not invade the mountain, and left it alone.

As I watched their struggle, I became interested in what they were holding.

When I asked a person who got lost and entered the mountain, he said it was called a ‘sword’.

I got a sword from him.

I swung it.

100 years of wielding a sword.

A new nation was created and they defended their territory for quite some time.

I got something called a ‘window’. I used the window to follow the movements of humans.

100 years have passed.

I got the ‘bow’. 100 years have passed.

I told the flower people that it seemed to fit my hand better than other weapons.

They bowed their heads as if they were receiving something great.

I got a new weapon and spent some time handling it.

It has become a small joy in my always boring life.

In the meantime, nations were created and destroyed, divided and reunited repeatedly.

Even in the midst of all this, the loneliness did not go away.

A thousand years have passed.

***

Feelings of loneliness began to eat away at me.

Everything in the world started to bother me.

Once I fell asleep, I didn’t open my eyes for over a week.

anyone….

I need someone equal to me.

I’m lonely, I’m lonely.

No one understands me.

No one sympathizes with my loneliness.

I just need someone to talk to.

I need someone who accepts me for who I am.

Is there no such person?

This world.

It’s not fun.

***

It’s been a really long time since I opened my eyes. I don’t remember how long I slept.

What happened last time?

It seems that they were punishing the armored group for daring to enter the mountain.

No, that happened the last time.

Well, whatever.

It’s just a repetition of everyday life that’s no different anyway.

Stretching, I look around.

There was a pungent smell coming from somewhere.

Perhaps, a stupid beast has invaded my bedroom. It probably doesn’t know where it is and is just filling its hungry belly.

Should I kill it? No, I guess I can just scare it a little. I move my feet and head towards the source of the smell.

As I expected, the guy was eating. Or was he hunting?

A human dressed in rags was wrestling with a tiger’s mouth.

I shot an arrow as if possessed.

An arrow made of woven tree trunks pierced the tiger’s head.

“…arrow?”

I heard a human voice. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

There was a handsome man wearing tattered clothes.

But appearance didn’t matter.

I could tell.

What’s inside him.

He is like me.

He is my equal.

He is different from the other lumps of flesh scattered here.

A soul like mine.

Same level as me.

Owner of a noble soul.

I knew it right away.