He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
I waited for it to act, to smite me down, it was the perfect opportunity. It never did, it just stood there, watching me recover. It was unlifelike, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it didn't feel alive. I did hear a heartbeat, multiple as a matter of fact and even breaths, but something about it felt dead, surreal. It was then as I began to focus on it that its emotions resurfaced. The thoughts flooded my mind, rage, sadness, regret, pleasure and they came with voices, a legion of them. I was being fed emotions from countless beings, and it was taking its toll.