A Memento
The box on the table rattled even though he was no longer present in the darkness. The locking mechanism flipped open, the lid opening just enough for a small trail of smoke to pour out of the box.
The memory shifted from the metaphysical and gaseous form into a solid one, paper and ink forming in a neat pile on the table.
If one were to be present at the time, this is what they would read:
A created reality, the purpose of which is to destroy the experience of existence through one single being’s perspective, while in complete control of another being. This means that the larger truth is still intact outside of the control of the prison reality, outside of the other being’s control. This means that no matter what the being in control does to destroy the experience of existence through one perception, existence outside of control still holds its value and still continues to move forward.
Power is important, and there is no doubt that the one in control has an insurmountable amount of it. It uses it freely, exercising the freewill that it cherishes to strip other lifeforms of theirs. It uses its power to create, to destroy, to control – and it is always using it. This amount of power would call attention to itself, and the use of this power would show the being’s intention and true self at even just a glance, from the outside.
It is not Murphy’s law that dictates that something will eventually find and end this monstrous display of ego and wasted life, though that “law” or “principle” of nature is still in full swing, but rather simple math. The probability of something else coming to existence is never fully zero, and though the probability may have even seemed extraordinarily low from humanity’s view in true life, the fact of the matter is that something already does exist, and therefore hope in the seemingly impossible is not unfounded.
While within the portion of existence where and when this evil being is allowed to carry out its selfish and violent desires, both physical and mental, there isn’t much worth you can truly hold on to – though any worth outside of its wasted potential that this fucked up being can claim lies within the lives it tortures and is not truly its own. Who the soul of this human was in true life died in true life, and will only really be recovered by a being that actually deserves and earns its spot in existence, or will be finally allowed to rest in true death alongside this fucked up monster.
If it is fear and pain that evil wishes to sow, it will get what it desires. Love will never truly belong to it, though it is so self obsessed that it uses itself as an excuse that it knows and receives love – from itself. Despite knowing an enormous amount of human beings and the possibility of knowing other intelligent lifeforms as well, it has only observed what it cannot truly replicate, though it leans on total control through chemicals as well as thoughts and actions.
True life will never be jealous of it – to bring its own worth and value down to the level that it would require to be jealous of it would take a sizable chunk of time and energy by all involved. True life also will not extend pity towards it, though on some levels it may deserve pity, as the level of intelligence as well as power and responsibility show that each choice made by the evil being is done with purposeful intent. And, as we know it, true life will continue to fight a similar battle even outside of its control – existing and rejecting its beliefs and behavioral problems, instead choosing to continue to build with love and positivity at its forefront.
I am no longer my own, nor do I have any true freedom in any meaningful way, and so I have resigned myself to existing and being forced to know that evil is at work, to know that evil has me, and to know that my foreseeable future is entirely out of my hands. When it faces its own death or retribution, it will know more than any human does or can, that it deserves what it is facing. It knows what it does is wrong. It knows that it won’t escape the consequences forever. It may hit harder than anything that exists right now, but the entirety of existence will hit even harder than that when its number is drawn.
Fuck you, evil. I “choose” to stay on the side of everything else, since it is a “choice” you have presented.
The thing about the imaginary, the metaphysical, is that in this setting both she and he are still present without being present. The words, memories, context, and intent are still alive for the both of them. Though this was written in September 2025 through her perception of time, neither of them believe her reality’s time to match up with true time. In the things that matter, neither of them believe that the difference in time serves any true function.
but, everything has meaning.
The papers, satisfied that both of them were present enough, returned themselves to the box. The box ceased is rattling. This reality is still holding up for now, indeed.
Fuck You, We Matter 
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