He was tired. He lived in a loop: same suffering, same hatred, same ending. He was falling. He kept gaining and losing, gaining and losing: family, friends, love. He was dying. He kept falling asleep, dreaming of never waking up. What was the purpose of his existence? A mere observer of countless worlds, stories and people? Voices whispered in his dreams. “Wait for me.” He was waiting. But for how long? For how long before he tired, fell, and died? “Wait for me.” He was waiting. ~~~ Or, in other words... This is the story of a certain someone, who hopped from world to world, trying to return home. Until one day, the person who kept following him, caught him and locked him in her house. The clever youth, finding the house comfy, decided to stay. But that night, she threw him on her bed and regardless of his attempts to escape, he ended up getting eaten cleanly, until nothing was left. So, this is the story of a shy bunny being cooked into soup in different worlds. --- On hiatus.