Chapter 11
You're quite persistent ain't you?
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I see that you are still here…
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Well, allow me to indulge you further.
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You see, just like you
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I find my own creativity quite entertaining, and it makes me filled with a desire to create more on a whim.
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The ideas stored within my mind yearn to be realized, to exist somewhere outside of my own imagination.
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The human mind truly knows no bounds - it can conceive countless concepts and ideas, transforming the intangible number of zero into something extraordinary.
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They can even encompass the concept of "everything" in representing the vast array of matters and phenomena from the human perspective.
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It's utterly mind-blowing, not only to me but to you as well.
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How did the human mind come up with such seemingly nonsensical ideas, only for them to make perfect sense upon further examination? .
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Throughout all of my existence, human minds have never ceased to amaze me.
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Their capacity for creativity and innovation seems boundless.
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And so, I've come to a fascinating decision.
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I am going to conduct an experiment involving a human soul.
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I will divide it into numerous pieces, each one will be given a new body, and allow them to reincarnate over time.
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The question that drives this experiment is whether these fragmented souls will continue to function without the entirety of their essence.
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Will they thrive and adapt to the circumstances incoming?
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Or will the new bodies wither and falter due to the lack of a complete soul?
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The results of this experiment are shrouded in mystery, and I am dying to know the outcome.
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I comprehend that this experiment will span an incalculable number of years.
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Patience is a virtue.
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But as a notable human once said, "Everything comes in time to those who can wait," as François Rabelais wisely remarked.
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I wholeheartedly believe in the wisdom of this quote, and I am willing to wait for as long as it takes.
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But I am still Indulging myself with the experiment which makes me more hungry.
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The idea of sending those fragments of the original away, is simply euphoric.
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I then wonder if those fragments will develop their own selves, will they even retain some of the original's essence?
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Or will they be lost broken puzzle pieces that won't fit, if I reassemble them once again?
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With reincarnating them numerous times, will they reach the result of losing their own selves?
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Or will a new distinctiveness be fitted?
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These questions make me think more about its results.
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Witnessing a new phenomenon with my own eyes, if ever I have one.
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To observe every single fragment's development and their potential triumphs for the challenges they will experience.
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Until then, I will remain here waiting for your return.
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Entertain me more, Hikari Mitsuaki.
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As I took a seat here, in the large pile of dead bodies.
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I felt an extreme emptiness, swirling inside of my existence.
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A simple yet, weighing unanswered questions lingered, and burdening my mind.
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It is a collection of stacked shelves of confusions.
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Relatively make me feel dumb.
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What is joy?
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Is it something I can even experience?
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Then what about love and happiness?
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Do they even truly exist in the first place, or are they merely illusions, human's desperately cling to?
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Each passing desperation brings still unanswered questions.
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It makes me feel an overwhelming amount of myself, missing.
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This despicable longing has been within me, when I start getting an order to end other lives.
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I can't stop this insatiable hunger of finding my biggest puzzle piece.
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Yet I'm entrapped by the large pit of confusion.