We were filled with fear of this world because of the unknown.
And we were filled with curiosity about this world for the very same reason.
The more you felt that you knew enough about this world, the more you felt that perhaps you knew nothing about it at all.
Many of the people who had always lived around us might not have been our kind at all.
They might have been spirits, monsters, demons, or even Lizardmen from the Earth's core.
After all, anything was possible.
When you knew nothing and lived in a muddle, you felt that everything was normal. Beauty was beautiful, brilliance was brilliant, sorrow was sorrow, and joy was joy.
But once you truly gained even a partial understanding of this world, you realized that it was nothing like that. The achievements you had once been so proud of were laughable, and your so-called success was merely an inevitable outcome in a prearranged game.
Many people's lives had been designed in advance. What roles they would play, how far they would ultimately go, even their gender, life, and death had long since been written into the script.
When the Doctor heard me say that, he glanced at me and asked when I had started believing in fatalism.
I asked him in return, wasn't that the case?
All along, I had been mediocre and aimless. In the beginning, I had not even figured out who I was before an enormous hand pushed me forward. I was not even sure whether this was a path I truly wanted to take, but before I had time to think, I had already come this far.
I had experienced many things and met many people along the way, but most of them had left little impression on me.
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