...

I’m sorry.

I should’ve listened.

I should have not followed my own selfish ambitions...

I am.

Sorry.

I am.

A failure.

As a father to my world.

As a Friend.

We could’ve created so much more.

We could’ve...

We could’ve made light.

We could’ve done so much!

...

Please come back...

...

I can still hear their silent screams.

They make no noise yet they haunt me.

Experiments...

How foolish of me.

You tried to stop me.

You warned me.

However, I still tossed those warnings aside.

The worst part of it all was that I brought you into it.

The being who sought me out.

The being who responded to my cries.

My Friend.

I was arrogant.

I understand.

It doesn’t have to be much, just let me know you’re there.

Let me know you’re listening.

...

I can no longer make excuses.

I caused this.

I’m torturing them.

Eternal suffering.

I cursed them with life where nothing can live.

Where time doesn’t exist so they struggle until their inevitable fates.

It was all my fault.

It is all my fault.

I’m sorry Friend.

I’m sorry my children.

...

I will fix this.

...

It’s okay my child.

I will be with you until the end.

I’ll be by your side.

I’m so sorry.

...

When will you come back?

Will you ever come back?

...

I wouldn’t.

...

I’ve thought about solutions.

None please me though.

My children still suffer.

My own wish keeping them from dying.

Do I have no choice...

...

Must I kill them myself?

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Darkness.

My first child.

I envy you.

You can be beside all of my children at once.

They all see you, in their final moments.

Yet my children neither see nor hear me.

They do not even know I exist.

I am nothing.

...

I fear I have no choice but to end their suffering myself.

I refuse to directly wish for their death though.

You wouldn’t do that.

Would you?

That would be...

Inhumane.

I shall make their sacrifice worth it.

I will.

....

I wonder what you are doing now my Friend.

Do I even have the right to call you my Friend?

I wasn’t there for you, when you needed me.

I was blinded by my own ambition.

I broke my promise.

You must hate me.

I am...

...

Time is the answer.

I remember from the stories you told me.

That living beings all die in time and then break down to give birth to and assist new life.

This way their sacrifices won’t be in vain.

Yes.

That is the answer.

...

I’ve been noticing recently.

If I look closer.

As close as I can.

Much more than I originally thought was created with the dust.

So small that even the dust looks big before them.

Now what should I call them.

What would you call them?

What would we call them?

You tried to tell me about these before didn’t you?

Yet once again I was too foolish to listen.

...

They are like bits.

Pieces.

However, those names don’t sound right...

...

They are elements of the darkness.

Perfect.

I shall name them Elements.

...

It is time.

I shall now begin my wish.

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In this world of Darkness,

Where once nothing lived.

I ask,

I plead,

I beg.

My mistakes,

So grave,

They caused my only friend’s tears to shed.

Help me make right of my wrong.

I ask not, that you erase them,

Nor take them from my memory.

I request you help them live as the living should.

Lift their curse,

Introduce what I wished I did long ago.

Create a passage of time,

So that I may let them go.

...

I remember each face.

Each one of them.

People.

Their bodies broken down.

Caught in the darkness.

Caught in time’s flow.

The seed of life for my world.

One last thing must be done.

I must give all my children one final push.

This is something I must do as their father.

As hopeless of a father as I am.

This is something only I can do.

...

My spirit.

Three gifts I give.

One of selfishness,

One of selflessness,

The last for those who refuse to become one or the other,

But live selfishly for the interest of others.

My heart.

So that whether they may love or fight,

They may forgive one another despite their wrongs.

An opportunity for redemption.

My body.

So that they do not make the same mistakes I did,

May their actions determine their path,

May each moment carve them.

To give them the power to move on again.

...

My children are moving.

Are you watching?

Did I make the right choices?

You were right.

We could never become one.

We are different.

However, I have learnt one thing.

It is that being different is not wrong.

Therefore I do not wish that my world becomes like yours.

I wish that it becomes its own.

Unique.

...

I am glad to have met you.

Without you, I would still be nothing.

However now.

I am still nothing.

Yet that nothing is all.

Everything.

I exist to live.

Therefore I will live.

I will live, through my children.

I am.

...

I am feeling ever so tired.

So sleepy.

Perhaps you’ll be there when I wake.

Perhaps this would have all been a dream.

Although I hope not...

My children have all gone through enough.

...

I struggle to keep awake now.

Time passes by as silent as ever.

...

It seems it is finally time.

I’ve waited as long as I could.

...

May you live happily.

...

I wish...

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