Master Of Horrors

‘This is the end of my Horrors,’ A timeless proverb handed down through generations A mantra for the departing, a solace for the soul, A conclusion for their nightmarish days. … Following the catastrophic event known as the Cursed Era, Earth descended into a dystopian apocalyptic age where humanity grappled with the aftermath. The once-familiar territories became contested grounds as ‘Horrors’, otherworldly creatures, claimed what was once belong to humans Geniuses from centuries were born yet no matter what, humans can’t take back what has been there. Honestly, it didn’t even matter. In this dogshit world, it didn’t matter if you were geniuses from that century if you’ll end up being killed by them anyway. That’s how fruitless one’s effort is when born in this world. The struggle of being unable to do anything, grasping control of one’s life. I didn’t want that. Nobody wants it. But what should I do? Right, it didn’t even matter at all because… …I’m beyond any reasoning anyway.