Character: Johan Libert

There is nothing special about being born. Absolutely nothing. Most of the universe is just death and nothing else. In our universe, the birth of new life in some corner of our planet is nothing more than a tiny, insignificant flash. Death is a normal thing. So why live?

I was born in a city that looks like a fairy tale. A lot of people died there, and when I left it, I was holding hands with my other self. It seemed to me that we were the only people in the whole world. Neither of us had a real name.

Hatred is kindled between people as soon as they get together - I just added a little fuel to the fire.

Almost everything in this world dies. In this world life is only a small piece, no more than a momentary phenomenon. Death is ubiquitous.

You have come to the conclusion that everyone is equal. I showed you that everyone is equal only to death.