Chapter Two
The horizon.
I guess that's where it all began. At least, in my own mind.
Always where I wanted to be.
I used to be the king, you see. Incompetence surrounded me, and I knew exactly what to do.
I was quiet, forever calculating and recalculating. Craving perfect order.
That's probably what destroyed me, but that doesn't matter anymore.
All that remains is an empty shell.
A memory of me.
A credit to a genocide mind.
The End
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