I just don't exist. I'm a figment of your sick imagination. I am an impossible and unidentified form of existence. My personality is shallow and formless, I am deeply and persistently heartless. Conscience, pity, and hope disappeared a long time ago (probably in Konoha), if they ever existed. There is no need to cross borders anymore. I have transcended everything uncontrollable and insane, vicious and evil, all the injuries I have inflicted, and my own complete indifference. Although I still adhere to one harsh truth: no one will be saved, nothing will redeem. And yet it's not my fault. Each model of human behavior assumes some kind of justification. Are we evil? Or our actions? I am in constant extraordinary pain and continue to hope for a better world, which most likely will not come. However, I promise myself this in order to somehow brighten up my coexistence with my hobbies. In fact, I want to pass on my pain to others who deserve it. I want no one to