In this life people are monsters, and their repressed emotions can turn them into innocent people. I will not think about the details, I am just reading the introduction paper. Let me continue. This world is a violent place. People kill each other for fun or out of need. Anyway, I get bored of this info. I won't get into details before I start discovering it. Actually, I'm not interested in discovering this life. I prefer getting to know the people who inhabit it. Since I can do anything I want, this won't be a problem for me.

  I am thinking about where to begin to invade this world. Now I am sitting in darkness where nothing exists except me. I want to know the exact location that is best for me to begin. That's my wish now. Suddenly, an idea comes to me, and that idea implies that I should be at the summit of a hill for no reason. I believe my gut; it has never failed me. To be honest, it has failed me many times. But I will bet on this. Let me go to the summit.

  Where I have been sent now is the summit of a hill. I look across the continent below from where I am standing, and I see a very primitive land, full of forests, mountains, and lakes. I see gradual changes in climate as I look northwards as well as southwards. But to be honest, I am not interested in this place, no matter how slight, as much as I am in its people. Let me find real people with whom I can touch. I don't know if I am allowed to engage in such activities, however, I do know that I can at least talk to them. I haven't talked to people for what feels like an eternity, let me satisfy this hunger. Let me just roam across the land and get lost. Going astray is the best way to find myself.

  I run to the brink of the summit and jump off, then I fall downwards. I hit the rocky surface of the mountain and roll until I reach the end. As I arrive at the bottom of the mountain, I come to realize I might have spun around a thousand times. That might cause some dizziness, or even death for a human. But since I haven't decided to let this action affect me, I will be fine. Whatever I want happens, and I don't want to die here due to gravity, nor do I want to be human. This fact will not change unless I change my mind, which I can do at any time. Let me look around for some creatures.

  I look around and see no one, only thick trees among which I still see no creature to interact with. Wait a second! I am making the dumbest mistake I ever make because I don't use my potential here. I can just sense the nearest person nearby, and this problem can be dealt with. Unless I want to goof around on a hardcore level, acting like a human, I am able to find her. I mean I can act like a human in this harsh life though. But do I want to find someone that desperately? Am I in despair to communicate that much? I would have just created someone to play with if I had been in such misery back in the darkness. No, I refuse. I will not use my nature to find that person because I want to see some determination in myself. I will just walk across the lake over there and get into the thick, dark forest. And I allow myself to die just like an ordinary mortal natural being, just to experience the wilderness of the world firsthand. Go, lift your butt off the mud.

  Wait again! I know I'm spoiling the flow, but I've forgotten to introduce something important. My appearance! How do I look now? And what is my name? I don't possess any name, because technically I can call myself anything. Okay, I'll call myself Starch from now on. I'll just use this randomly generated word. That's my nickname. On the other hand, I haven't looked at my reflection in a mirror. Suddenly, a mirror falls from the bright sky right in front of me. Its fall shakes the ground. The shake fells the nearest boulders on the skirt of the mountain. That was not an important detail, but whatever I focus on is meaningful, and those boulders were interesting to me now. The mirror shook the ground so powerfully that the boulders cracked apart. I slap myself in the face with force.

  I shout: "My appearance, my appearance! Do not forget to look at my reflection in the mirror. Forget about those rocks."

  I look from side to side.

  I say: "Technically, they are not rocks, they are bigger, and..."

  Oh my god! My attention is getting hijacked by those boulders. Please, let there be anything to make me focus. Bring my awareness to the present! Suddenly, the mirror starts to shake from side to side, then falls onto its back, its reflective glass looking up. One hand emerges from it. Then someone crawls up onto the ground. From where I am standing, it looks like that person is crawling out of a well, or an opening in the ground. Anyway, she stands up and stares at my face. She looks pissed and ready to spit on my face. That's my first impression on first sight.

  She looks depressed and unhappy, so I'll say hello to her to cheer her up. But before I talk to her, I would like to take a brief look at her. She is of medium height, has black skin, black eyes, black straight hair, and black teeth, as well as black eye whites. And I notice that the inside of her mouth is black. It seems that person is completely black. I point at her, laughing. But as I stretch out my arm, I realize something. My arm is black. Then I lower my head and check my body parts. My body is black as well. Then I look at her breasts, then at mine. Black. Then I glance at her genital area, then at mine. Black. Oh, my nakedness! I am naked, she is naked. That's a sinful state. Cover! Suddenly, a simple pair of black clothing appears on our bodies, covering our nakedness.

  I'd better take a look at my reflection in the mirror first. With that in mind, I start to run toward the mirror, passing by that black person, and reach the mirror. I crouch down and put my hands on the ground. I look into the mirror and see my black face. Oh, that means that person is my reflection come to life. But why did it come to life? Let me ask her.

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  My Reflection thinks: "I have to keep her aware of the present. That's my existence. That's my purpose. That's my determination."

  I squint at My Reflection. I will use the first letter capitalized, so I can emphasize that it's a name. My Reflection lumbers toward me. I will wait to see what she will do to fulfill her purpose of keeping me awake. She strolls across the land, not even walking in a straight direction. Forget her determination, she is too dumb to find the path. I will walk to her instead. I walk to her and stop right before her. To stop her stroll, I catch her by the arm. She stops and yawns. I try to keep my eyes fixed on hers. But her eyes are just rolling to the sides. Enough! I wish for her to look at me! Suddenly, My Reflection looks directly into my eyes. And her eyes start to change color. I start to hear a bell noise.

  My Reflection thinks: "I will keep her awake! No matter what I will grant her wish! I will hug her!"

  Will she hug me? Her thoughts are as sharp as a robot's though, however, I didn't get the relation between a hug... She steps right up to me and hugs me too tightly. The noise I am hearing gets louder, like a pressure cooker ready to explode. Then My Reflection explodes. I fly backwards and slide across the ground, rolling in the same direction. After rolling for a short time, I crash into a tree. The crash stops my movement. I sit up and rub my head. What was that?

  The answer is simple. My Reflection just wanted to grant my wish despite her disability to accomplish it. Finally, she has failed. I think what just happened was just a random occurrence due to my vague wish. I'd better be more specific about my wishes next time, but despite the uncertainty, it was fun to be thrown away like this.

  I'd better stand up and change my look. I look like a randomly generated AI art. After changing this, I will be in search of an inhabitant of this place. I mean someone from here.

  Let me just add some extra color to my body because I'm not in the mood for style. I add navy blue to my iris and whole complexion. Now, I'm still mostly black, but my skin color is navy blue, as well as my eye color. That's enough for me. After changing my look and adding slightly interesting colors to my body, I stand up and look around. I peer into the depth of the forest. I'm sure I will stroll through this forest, but before I embark on this journey, there's something bothering me. Why didn't I die? I was supposed to be dead like My Reflection when she exploded, because I had allowed myself to die. Let the truth prevail over this mystery.

  The answer comes to me without a doubt. My Reflection's explosion was not harmful to me. In fact, it protected me for a short time. Its intention was to keep me awake, not to kill me. And the impact that my body absorbed when I crashed into the tree didn't cause any harm because, as I said, her explosion was protective. I won't try to understand that nonsense. It was just a random, vague experience that I will forget soon. Okay, nothing has changed. My intention is still to find someone, and I am still mortal. I wonder who will kill me first.

  Let me jump 15 minutes ahead from this current moment, because I wonder where I will end up. After deciding to jump 15 minutes ahead in time, my eyesight went straight to black, and then it came back. Which means I have gone 15 minutes further in time. Now I am surrounded by a group of monstrous people among the trees, which means I have entered the forest. Whatever happens happens, I like this. Also I want to know the future in the next 15 minutes from this moment. Will I be able to survive? Will those monsters kill me? I come to know that my fatal death is warranted, and I will not be able to escape them unless I change my mind about death. I still hold the possibility of my death as true. Let me experience my death by living through it for real.

  I want to introduce those monsters. They are a small crowd, consisting of a dozen people. They are twelve people in total. Actually I have changed my mind. I will not get into describing them one by one, because they will just kill me instantly. However, although they look dangerous, they radiate joy around them. I can sense this because I want to. That radiant joyful aura they possess is an indication of their innocence. They are not angry with me. As I said earlier, in this life people who suppress anger within becomes human, therefore lose their ability. I have to confess, this life is a weird place. By the way, why don't they move? Oh, I must have frozen time during the leap in time. I haven't noticed it. Anyway, I will undo it.

  Time starts passing. The crowd of monsters attacks me and try to kill me. One of them hits me with a hammer in the face, and that hammer is the cause of my death. I die. Then I wake up in a bed in a random room. The transition from being among the monsters to this bed was so fast, so timeless. Typical death - there's nothing fancy about it. I push the blanket off the bed, sit up, and look around. I travel my gaze across the room, looking at the stuff on the walls. There is no door or any window. However, there is a door substitute in the ceiling. I know it is the entrance to this room, because, as I said, I can know everything, and now I am not holding back.

  I am still in the same life but in elsewhere. I am nearer to the forest where I was just killed. Those damn monsters - I may take my revenge on them in the near future, but I wonder about this room as well. Let's not know everything for now. I want to discover things naturally.

  By the way, I am pissed with the laws of this life. What does it mean that repressed emotions turn monsters into humans? Someone has to explain it to me. Let me find that wise person. Or, if I don't like the idea, I may change the entire physics of life.

  I jump off the bed, run to the wall, climb up, and get to the ceiling. Now I am walking on the ceiling upside down. I press my foot on the door and break it. It breaks apart as I force it to open. Then it comes off the ceiling and falls down to the ground.

  I say, "I am sorry for breaking it apart! I will fix it."

  I hear a voice saying, "No, you broke into my home."

  By the way, I start to get annoyed with these unnamed people. Let me uncover the name of the owner of this voice and her location. Yamka! Her name is Yamka. Do I need to know any details about her, for example, her gender? It's better for me to learn her gender in person. Oh, this idea gives me the joy of awareness. I jump off the ceiling and land on the floor, or ground. I don't know what solid thing I am on. Then I look at the wardrobe on the wall. She is not in there, is she? I walk to the wardrobe and stop before it.