Soot covered Bones, Twice Reflected

You hold a purpose.

And yet... Does it make you feel any better?

Raw anger, a cruel lust for violence.

Does the world make you angry, too?
I always hoped that the world would change.

I was foolish, of course, for it is an unstoppable machine.
Never changing, never ending. It existed long before us, and
it will outlive us far into a future we won't comprehend.

We aren't born for a reason. Our existance is meaningless,
and in the big cycle of the world, we are nothing.

So do whatever you please. Break free from your mortal bindings, my friend.
Go after the goal that fuels your heart.