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In a winter, where snow, rain, and wind, there was a boy who lived in an orphanage and his life was good. He was in a special school for the smart. The school students were doing projects weekly. The beneficiary of this was the school principal, where he used the students' creative work in exchange for the supplies they needed, and they had no choice to be orphans the Anyway, this is the cost of living normally.

He didn't think he was intelligent, he was calm, with a tendency to solitude, a lot of thinking with himself. He used to say to himself, "I'm not alone, I don't have family or friends, so I'm going to live in a world that I'm making to be perfect for me." He lived in a fantasy world in his spare time. While working, he was doing his duty as much as he could, and the world of imagination was made up of a path that he would follow until he reached the end of the adventure.

At six o'clock in the morning, he had woken up and was still two hours until school time, so he began a journey inside the world he was saved by...

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- At two o'clock at night, the victim was found dead, the investigator (the assistant investigator said)

- Okay. It seems that they have become ten victims now that the criminal is always one step ahead of us. Did he leave a message?

- Yes, he says, "Help me. The beast in me has gone raging."

Another incomprehensible message (the interrogator said in a low voice)

The messages were as follows: the first "Death does not tell the story of life", the second "Death is not the work of beasts but the work of humans" and the third "Help me. The beast inside me has become raging." The messages were written on old worn-out paper with a pen of ink mixed with the blood of the victims, and the method of killing was one with an indented knife. In the neck, the killer is still kept.

The only thing that ran through the investigator's mind was the motive for the murder. Either it was due to the absurd mindset of the killer, as he did not see any importance in a boring life or that ...

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- There is no logical reason to kill anyone except - protection - [the old man objected to the boy] Then he went on, saying: "Death is a blessing and eternity is a curse, so what is the use of living forever, all you will see is the death of your loved one"

- Why are you here, old man?

School time is approaching, get ready.

- Okay. But isn't it time to reveal who you are?

- I told you that I am you, or rather an embodied part of you [the old man said, laughing]

- You do not give any answer about yourself, but on the contrary to the rest of the questions. Will you accompany me on the way to school I have some questions? [The boy said coldly]

- It's okay [the old man said smiling]

That old man would appear to the boy from time to time and the boy was not sure of the old man's truth. Is it an illusion of his mind? Or is it a reality on the ground? And the boy didn't even want to be sure. He liked it as it was. It is enough for him to touch the old man to know what he was, but who cares, as long as there is someone who helps you in times of need and gives you advice in times of confusion. What do we want more than that? Is it necessary to know the truth of the person, or is it important to know how true what he says (this idea ran in the boy's mind when he was preparing), but as long as the situation is stable and good, there is no need to complicate, let it be an illusion and a reality together, this does not matter?

The school road was about 700 meters long, and it would take a person about 12 minutes if he was slow, lined with coniferous trees on the edges and white flowers in the middle, and the ground was of red bricks and the mist infiltrated the threads of the sun and the time was still 25 minutes early, and the boy walked with the old man on this road In the midst of empty pedestrians, few cars, mid-rise apartment buildings and shops that are about to open.

How is death a blessing? How is killing allowed? (asked the boy perplexed)

Death is a blessing because it is a relief from life and life is fatigue where every living creature must interact with the surroundings around it, and this interaction needs energy and energy consumption for a period of fifty years, for example, makes life tired. As for killing, it is never allowed, but defense is permissible, and sometimes it is the duty.

- That's strange, so why don't I feel the fatigue of life?

- Because you are still young, then why do you ask about death at your age? Do you have another topic?

This life revolves around death, so I want to know the truth hidden in the mystery behind death.

You have a lot of ideas, but you don't have any proofs (the old man interrupted) and then death is a thing

For those who have approached the end of life and not for the living like you. Death is more than you can imagine and you did not know your condition.

- But how do you know him? (The boy said annoyed)

You may be smart, but you have limits. It is better to occupy yourself with the things of the living before you die without realizing anything

- Okay. The wrongdoer fears the right thing, but when he is right, he does not fear it. And the right person fears the mistake, but when he makes a mistake, he is not afraid of it. When the living person dies, he will not fear death?

The old man laughed in the thick fog and the cars passing by illuminated the place as if they were luminous fireflies and smiled and said, "Okay, take my hand so that I can take you to the light to find out the solution."

The boy extended his hand and looked at the dim light that was coming towards him. Did he hold the old man's hand? Has it been withdrawn? Or is he the one who rushed towards the light? And above all, where is he now? Why did he fly in the air? Will he die? Or will he go on a journey with death? This is what the boy was thinking when he was hit by a car and lost consciousness. The hospital lights. That's the last thing he looked at and the screaming doctor's voice that filled the room, "Come to the operating room, prepare the resuscitation equipment! Time is running out. He may die in ten seconds..." The last he heard was to embark on a life-changing journey for humans. He sensed that it came out of his body quickly but it was still above his body as if it was the sun extending his body with life, "Is this death?" "Is this the end?" he cried desperately, but who is listening to answer, and is there anyone who hears at all? He could hardly see the operating room, the doctors, the bright lights, the empty corners, but he could see something clearly, a way! A road of light, but not radiant, and has no direction, as if it were going to the end of the world. That stunned him a lot. When he cleared his eyes, he saw what made his surprised face turn into a frightening face from the intensity of panic. His color is slender, not even very lean, with a long oval-shaped head, taller than everyone else, but I see his head and his emaciated limbs as if he had no chest due to his weakness and slow movement, but when he moved, the whole world stopped. The only question was "Is this what death looks like?!"

- Excuse me. Are you death (he asked in great fear and confusion as if the earth and the sky were closed to him)

The being looked towards him after he was looking at his body and pointed his head up and down and this means, "Yes. Am I dead? Why doesn't he speak? And his face is not there? Or do I not see him?"

What is going on now? How do I think when I am dead?" Thoughts swirling in his head like a hurricane, destroying every information and perception of life, the world, consciousness, death, everything is destroyed inside his mind. Panic, and if death came to him and stood directly in front of him, there was no reaction left to act, no sound to scream, everything was destroyed as if he was about to die. The face of death in the face of the boy, but he did not see anything. Death raised his long and weak hand and wiped the boy's eyes... He began to see clearly the operating room, the doctors, nurses, and machines inside the room, but he could not see the faces well, so a doctor's face was shining with light, another face looked like dogs, and another was disfigured.

The boy turned and looked at death's face. But he did not see anything or was not able to, and thus reassured the boy. He is still thinking and does not see the face of death. Fear and panic disappeared, and the questions remained in the boy's mind, "Can I not see clearly? Or do I see more than the rest of the people? This happened when death wiped my face. It seems that I can see more than humans, so now I see a different world even though it is the same world." He saw things in their appearance and reality, he saw all that is possible for a human being, and he noticed his clever gaze, the folds of space, the subtlest movements, the course of the wind, the types of materials, and the most astonishing thing "the sky." It was vast, decorated with stars, that unknown path crossed to another world, another dimension, or another sky. The beauty of that sight made him happy despite the fear that was controlling him.

Death raised his head and crossed the boy who was stuck in his place without movement with a long slow step that stopped the movement of the world, so the boy hurriedly followed him, he wanted to know more about death, and when death caught up with steps in a hurry, he found himself in another place of this world. I crossed space and arrived at another place of this wide world, and in that place I reached, the unknown path still existed without direction to describe a group of strands of green non-radiating light extending to the end of the world or the expanding edge of the world, and after staring at the end of that path he found blackness Not like any blackness that was not darkness due to the inability of his eye to see as if it were the expanding edge of the world. The more he stared, the wider the world, but that blackness seemed to be fixed as it moved.

The world is expanding, that blackness is more and more proven, and while he contemplates the splendor of the sky with his sight that penetrates space and sees the apparent and the truth without limits except for the limits of the expanding world, "As if the world is a wonderful building with precision and beauty, and this is what makes it complete." He thought of this sentence after his eyes stopped down. What made it yellow was a scene in the middle of that place where the company of death went.