When I watched my father behead that cute peasant girl for attempting to speak with me, someone of higher status in the eyes of society. I wasn’t smiling like my brothers. Nor did I have that tired look in my eyes like father did. Or simply disinterest in the situation like mother. I wasn’t a big enough person like my sister to show eyes of shock and horror. No I for the first time in my life I got scared. It was horrific. I have in that moment come to understand that me and that girl were both simple humans. And that like humans I would at some point simply die.

-the thoughts of a child.

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In city surrounded by white a man sat in front of a statue that resembled a woman holding a sword. In a manner as if she wanted to brag about her glory. But there was a problem with the statute it was on its head. Erick had spent a lot of time about this statue and this city. Inside each house and each room theirs one or two sheep. Erick thought this was a very straight forward compared to other places he had seen in his travels not that he’s lost or anything.. Erick has also noted that Erick seems to be thinking in the third person. Erick has no idea when this happened please don’t ask Erick. Hmmmm Ericks log: I’ve been lost for 7 months, days. Sorry I’m not lost. Nope definitely. But Erick wishes to emitted that Erick has see some shit in the last seven months.

An seemly endless sea of tomato guts. A forest of screaming grapes with a sine that said existence is pain room despite being a field of screaming grapes. Giant behemoths that stand seven kilometres tall wearing clown makeup and fighting each other with giant living swordfish. A pink desert and an actual land of peace and love. At one point I found a giant spider web hoping I found my sister but unfortunately not. There was also a star going supernova and I have come to the conclusion that I’m immortal now. And then there's this black door that seems to be following me like it wants something before I forget. although I don’t actually believe I cannot be killed to be honest but I’m not sure what one does when disintegration by supernova doesn’t work.

I saw the birth of a new universe and the end of one. I saw places that were so old that time seemed to have aged out of them. I walk through new realms. I saw a great war between two races of winged lizards and talking potatoes. And I’ve come to know that different places seem to have different levels of stability and madness. I also thought a bit. As I wander through this land I’ve come to ask myself. Why? Why do I care

It sounds like simple question but it really isn’t. Why do I want something to happen?

What are my motivators? And I’ve come to realise that I don’t have any of my own.

I have no purpose.

I have no reason to continue and yet I am but when I ask myself why do I wake up in the morning. I can’t tell you why. Hmmm it seems like I don’t have to think in third person anymore. That good I guess.

I wonder when did it all get so… dull.

I now stand in front a city of sheep. In a literal sense. Actually their kind of cute. To be honest this is probably the best place I’ve been to so far any yet it all feels so wrong here. Their not alive they all just repeating the same thing again and again. Hmmm if I was to bark could I heard them no I’ve decided to search elsewhere. Still I hope it not a bad place. I still smell of tomato. Maybe I finally get to open that door. It seemed like a nice door well for a door at least. Ah I’ve become a door racist without realising. Well time to leave this place. I wonder what I’ll see next.

It not that bad traveling. I didn’t leave my mountain much unless I had a place to go or Icarus told me to go do something but even then it was more like go do this then come straight back. But just letting the sword guide me really I think I understand that a bit more now.

Erick reaches towards his back and unsheathes a pure black two handed longsword. Despite its obvious two handed nature he grasps it with one hand. Then he places the sword tip on the ground and simply lets go of the blade. It falls to the ground pointing in what Erick has noted as the same direction as the last couple of times he done this but also points out that he doesn’t really know if that’s true or just part of his imagination. Erick takes 36 steps or 36 kilometres before he arrives at some place new and it’s already unrecognisable compared to the sheep city. He’s standing on a cliff facing a big temple of some king. It is with windows of doors other then one. It’s the black door that keeps appearing before him.

It funny this feels so familiar. This door I can’t open. I make my way forward to inspect the door and door frame. It’s a masterpiece of blacks and grays and shifting together then falling apart. The door itself looks less like a door and more like a larger number of small 5cm by 5cm gears. But it’s has a door handle and a lock. Unlike the temple that doesn’t look like it’s been they for a day the door itself is covered in scratches and cuts. It look like it’s weather the test of time. Honestly it looks more broken then fixed. But it simply does not open. There are no visible marking on their door near the lock as if whatever struck the door was scared to damage that part or where simply unable to. But still I feel that bad things will happen if I don’t open it. I raise my sword and I strike the door. And of course I barely leave a scratch no larger than the others on the door. As I go to inspect the lock I hear a voice from behind. It simply said.

“once more you have come to fail”