Imagination

I am sitting on the roof of a building in New York City, I see the buildings in the distance, the noise of cars, the bustle of the city, I see people walking from one side to another, some worried, some happy but mostly alive. Somehow I feel sad, because this world is about to be destroyed, I could use my power to save us, stop the threat that is coming, but that is impossible, this planet, this universe, this reality, was created with a single purpose; being destroyed.

If now he were brave enough to go down, talk to a passerby and ask how old he is, he could tell me 22, 27, 65, 80 or a child tell me 12, 5 years, but the reality is crueler, this world only has 5 minutes since it was created, all the past that the beings of this planet believe happened is blank, now that I am currently trying to remember the history of these beings, a being of immense power (imagination) begins to create memories for them, but already It is not necessary, I will go to a place, another world and there I will start a new path.

I will be reborn as a normal being, without powers, without infinite responsibilities, I will only be a human with small ambitions in this world, I will remember that I am someone powerful, but I decided to become a human being with a life expectancy of no more than 100 years, because i'm tired of loneliness

[I recognize that I have thousands of wives in thousands of universes but I don't mean that kind of loneliness, I mean existential loneliness]

After feeling and living so many stories, so many romances, losses, disappointments, so from now on, I will leave.

While the being crossed a black portal, in the background the world he was talking about began to be destroyed little by little, that universe, that reality became pure darkness, it ceased to exist.

Or maybe NO, maybe the being who is reading this piece of paper, is able to keep remembering it and use his [imagination] for what the world is, not be destroyed.

Because imagination is the greatest power that exists.