Yamka: "Liar!"

  "I am not lying, I am just trying to be friends with you, and why would I lie?"

  Yamka: "Stay away from me! Stay away!"

  Yamka's body changes. Her tail disappears, and her skin color gradually changes from green to light brown, indicating that she is becoming human. This also implies that she is gathering some anger toward me within herself.

  I start to hate this world for some reason. Will the people in this life be innocent and violent on the outside while numb on the inside? That's criminally wrong.

  Yamka trembles and falls to her knees. Tears run down her cheeks because she feels sad, blue, and like a loser. Why does she feel like a loser? She thinks she was raised wrong by her parents. She is too gentle to live in a carnivorous planet like this.

  I want to witness her unique thoughts, not the description of her feelings.

  Yamka thinks, "My performance is not adequate; whatever I do is not enough. Why am I too kind, shy, or selfless? Why am I too good? I don't want to be good; I want to be bad. At least for once. I can't. Something within me blocks this. I hate my religious background. It dictates that I do no harm. What about me, now that I am being harmed? What to do now? I hate my moral code; I wish I could abandon it, but I am too afraid of going to eternal punishment. I have been a sinner, and this stranger is the punishment sent upon me."

  I say, "Your logic is wrong, Yamka. You are too kind to others while too cruel to yourself."

  Yamka wipes her wet eyes and looks at me. She is still shy, but at least she tries to keep her eyes fixed on mine.

  Oh, she looks too lovely. She is too powerful, but she is not aware of this. She doesn't know that her power is not unique. There are people in this world who have the same power that prevails over people's awareness, turning them into mere puppets. Just as she did to me, someone had programmed her to be shy all the time.

  How do I know this? Eh, narcissism is a bad thing, and I am fed up with praising myself. That's like self-made love, but I will respond to this question. I can do whatever I want forever. Oh, my ego would have been swollen up to eternity.

  Let me come back to Yamka's situation. I will tell her this fact.

  I tell Yamka the fact I just discovered, of course, by myself. And to my surprise, she is very understanding. Normally, people reject initial ideas that are potential threats to their previous worldviews. But Yamka is like she has known this truth but has been waiting for someone to tell it to herself. Until this moment, she just kept it buried underground, metaphorically.

  Yamka says, "I am... I am stunned. But I am glad that you have come. I am sorry for acting childishly at the beginning."

  I say, "The first impression is important, but I am in the habit of ruining mine every time I meet someone."

  Yamka chuckles, wiping the tears off her eyes.

  I say, "Also, you are a religious person, you can have some faith in yourself."

  Yamka asks, "How do you know that I am such a person?"

  I say, "I have just told you the entire system that victimized you for life, that it has used the same power you possess against you, that it has turned you into a mindless zombie, and you don't get shocked by this, but you are shocked that I know you are a religious person."

  Yamka says, "Calm down. I am just curious. How do you know my name, do you hear it at the temple, or do my parents tell you about me?"

  I say, "Before you ask me, I tell you my name. My nickname is Starch. I can know your name because I can know everything. I do not prove myself true because I do not care about people. I also know that tattoo across your back."

  Yamka thinks, "Oh, she knows that I am from the temple. That's bad."

  I say, "Yamka, stop doing your self-monologue in your mind, I can read your thoughts."

  Yamka thinks, "Really? Can she do that? Let me pick the number 3 and ask her about the number."

  Before Yamka opens her mouth to ask me about the number, I interrupt.

  I say, "Three."

  Yamka ruffles her hair.

  Yamka says, "Okay, I am..."

  Yamka feels the urge to shy away and locks herself in the wardrobe. She suddenly runs around me and crashes into the wardrobe.

  Before she tries to unlock the wardrobe, I stop her from entering it.

  I say, "You are being shy again."

  Yamka yells, "Don't tell me that word!"

  I say, "You are about to cry."

  Yamka suddenly cries out for help with a rage tantrum.

  Yamka says, "I know I am a crying person. I am this! I don't like to cry, but it happens! I can't control this."

  Yes, you can't control it because it is beyond your will. It happens due to the spell or the effect of the power. Whatever it is, it does this. Somehow, this outburst moment happens when she asserts herself in a positive manner.

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  I watch her cry for a while. After watching her for a while, I get bored and summon a chair, sit on it, and lean backwards. It has good back support.

  When will she finish this? She has lots to cry over, I guess. But this has to stop because I want to talk to her about this world.

  Yamka shouts, "Help me, I can't stop this, this is getting too hard on me!"

  We have come to the moment I am being handy.

  I wish for Yamka to be free of the spell, and the effect of the power that has almost ruined her life disappears as if it has never been around.

  Gone with a wish.

  Yamka suddenly takes a deep breath and exhales. Then she rubs her face and slaps her face.

  I do not know why she does this, and I do not want to learn this either, because it is funny to watch her act randomly from this chair.

  Yamka, after those strange movements, looks straight at me. Then she smiles.

  Yamka says, "I feel free. There is no fear."

  I say, "Sit on my lap then."

  I pat my knees to indicate that I want her to sit on my knees, so I can cuddle her for a while.

  But it seems that will not happen with her free will in a free universe like this, because Yamka looks up at the ceiling door, thinking about the outside world.

  Yamka thinks, "I will triumph over my chains, my background, my religious background, just because I feel angry with them. They took my life from me. I will destroy all of them."

  I gather my hands together and stretch my body upwards, still lounging in the same chair.

  I say, "You will make it."

  Yamka looks at me.

  Yamka says, "I beg your pardon."

  I say, "All pardons of the world are yours, but I have just checked your future. It is kind of a disaster. The intensity of emotions is much more than in hardcore adult movies."

  Yamka just squints at me.

  I say, "I mean you will not do it unless I help you."

  Yamka tries to climb up the wall.

  Yamka: "Then I will die trying to take my revenge."

  I like her determination, but in this world, you cannot possess any anger within; otherwise, you remain as a human, and that is bad because humans are the weakest in the habitat of violence.

  I tell her this fact quickly.

  Yamka, please listen to my words and step off this wall, so we forget about vengeance and make love in that bed over there.

  Yamka thinks, "Oh, I am glad she helped me, but ever since she came here, I feel like she wants to get laid with me. I can't trust her all the way. And I have been a fake dead person, so I can handle true death for sure. Let me get out of this cell. But before I go, I want to thank Starch for helping me."

  Yamka comes before me and leans forward to hug me. She hugs me, then walks back to the wall to climb out of here. Before climbing up the wall, she looks at me.

  Yamka: I refuse your words, but I thank you sincerely.

  After saying those words, she starts to climb up the wall. As she stands on the ceiling near the ceiling door, I wish for the door to disappear, and it disappears. Yamka, seeing this, nods at me and climbs up through the tunnel, the opening.

  So, technically, she climbed up to her freedom. I don't know, but she could climb walls like spider people. I don't care; I can do the same if I want. But what am I going to do now? Yamka has a goal to fulfill in her life; she is brave enough to go through all the necessary sacrifices to get her revenge.

  What am I going to do from now on? Technically, I fulfilled my life goal in this life. I had decided to find someone on my own in this world, and I have found her. But what's next? I need to make up another goal to attain. I can't just sit here forever. Technically, I can, but I don't want to.

  I create a clock out of thin air and look at it. Then I wish for it to disappear. It turns into sand and falls through my fingers.

  Yamka will die in ten minutes. She will just die. That's the fact. Although she is determined to take revenge, she will not make it because she is not strong enough. And since she has been in this underground room for her entire life, she doesn't comprehend the outer world. Unless I help her, she will not even find her way to the temple where she thinks her parents are. In fact, her parents were killed years ago, and the temple collapsed to dust a long time ago as well.

  How long has Yamka been in this room? It's been thousands of years. She is not even aware of this fact because this room is under a magical spell where time passes slower than usual, despite the fact that people in it don't feel it.

  Time. It always comes down to time. I hate it sometimes.

  I am done sitting in this chair; I better move before I become one of those armchair philosophers.

  One wish is enough for me. I want to be around Yamka now, and I want her to have known the facts about her family that I just discovered.

  Suddenly, I find myself buried under sand. However, I am not buried very deep. I can just sit up and see Yamka, who is walking across this desert.

  A desert? They had hidden Yamka's room under sand in a desert. Anyway, I better get out of this pile of sand.

  I sit up, and all the sand falls off my body and flies off with the breeze. Yamka screams as she sees me.

  I say, "Hello, Yamka, how are you?"

  Yamka says, "What does that mean? That can't be true. My family and religious temple can't be gone!"

  So she has learned the facts, thanks to my wish.

  I say, "They are gone; you better accept this."

  "How can I know if you show me the truth?"

  "You can't, or you can if I allow you to. But don't change the subject."

  "I want my revenge so much that... Why are you laughing?"

  I point at her light brown skin and her bare feet. "You are a human! A human can't survive in this desert!"

  "Help me, then!" Yamka frowns.

  "I don't want to help you because I will be leaving this life soon. There is nothing to do here anymore. Also, before I go, let me give you a hint: try not to take your revenge so seriously, and don't repress your true emotions. Otherwise, you will remain human."

  "Really? I am not holding my emotions repressed. Look, you can see how much anger I possess now from my expression."

  "All emotions influence your power, you simple creature. Confess them, or you will not be able to use your full potential. Actually, there's a funny part to this story: there is no one for you to take revenge on, because they are already dead."

  "You are lying!" Yamka collects some sand and throws it at me.

  Oh, that's just a bunch of sand. She is too desperate to--

  A stone hits me in the face and knocks me down.

  She has thrown a stone at me. How dare you!

  I stand up, rubbing my face. "You want this game. Okay, then. Take your revenge, Yamka."

  I wasn't going to do that, but she didn't give me another chance. I will revive her family, on whom she wants her revenge.

  Yamka thinks, "I should not have done this. I angered her too much. I must be ready for anything that comes. Hey, what's coming up over there?"

  A spot between us in the sand starts to swirl. The sand flies away, leaving a solid surface on the ground. A big metal square takes up an area where people can easily lie down on their backs and fit. On its surface, there are many smaller square lids, each one large enough for a person to fit inside if they stand. There is one handle for each of the lids.

  "What is this?" Yamka says.

  "Those are coffins, and two of them contain your family."

  "What about the rest of them? There are many. If my two parents are in two of them, what about the rest?"

  "The funny thing is that I don't even know what they have in them. I can learn, though, but I don't want to. The outcome might be beautiful or awful. You are on your own. I am leaving now."

  I turn around, ready to leave.

  "Wait! Give me a hint."

  I can give her a hint, but I don't want to play fair anymore.

  "I have given you the hint you need."

  I try to look wise, but to be honest, there is no hint. I just want to deceive her. From overthinking, she will die, I guess. Anyway, let me leave this place. I don't even know, nor do I care, what's inside those coffins.

  Yamka yells from behind me, "You can't leave like this!"