A story about a child who destroyed the world, pretty simple ending. But what about the hero who was born to stop him, to save the world? We focus on the people who fight for and against the world, but what makes it worth saving or destroying? Why do we value life so much when you will eventually be forgotten?
The world is destined to end. But no one is afraid of that. We worry about our own ending, being the main protagonist of our own stories. But what's the point? What is the point of continuing that story? What are we? What defines us as people? Is it how people perceive us, maybe how we perceive ourselves? So many questions that we can't comprehend enough to answer.
We put on an act in order to save not only ourselves but the people around us. But what if…you were forgotten. Not only by the world but yourself. Are you still yourself or someone else entirely? Maybe we are who we claim to be, but at the same time we can simply lie. To who exactly? The world, society, strangers, family, friends, lovers, maybe ourselves. If it's something you believe, is it really a lie? Can we lie to ourselves truly without knowing the truth? I don't believe so, but at the same time—who am I?
Who are you? Do you know what your goal will cause? In a world where your soul gives you the ability to reach for what you desire, what will you grab last? Feminine King.