"That is the moment we are born, we are the remains of those who refuse to stay forgotten, even it means forsaking even last shred of their rationality."
"..."
"when we are born, universe acknowledges us, it sends to an dimension, ¤¤¤¤ , the place we call home."
The figure added in a serious tone
"and our prison"
"it is a brutal place, made up of our kin, filled with our kin, we fight, devour each other, combine for all eternity"
"and why are we here then?"
"patience."
"it leads to one of the two outcomes, either we kill each until lose even that last shred of defiance within us, becoming part of the prison. Or we adapt, to each other, creating a whole new being, one with no correlation to our past."
"These beings are crowned kings of our world, they rule their own terrorities, called layers."
"yet they stay confined, feeding on whatever fells to our world"
"Wait… backtrack a few minutes I thought you said only people who were forgotten end up there"
Figure smiled.
