Death? What exactly is it?
I never knew, and honestly, I never cared.
But now?
Now, it's all I crave. I don't just want to understand death—I want to experience it, truly, more than anyone ever could. Not the hollow imitation where consciousness lingers... but a real, final death.
For I am trapped in a hellish cycle of dying and coming back. Over and over.
How many times has it been? Hundreds? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Or has it reached millions by now?
I can't remember anymore. All I know is that I die, and then I live again... again and again.
