In the future, there is a version of myself that I refer to as me. I've always wondered if I could reach that self, traveling through time. It's possible to travel to the future, for sure. The past and future are illusions we believe in. In one moment, they're here, and in the next, they're gone, like the wind. In the blink of an eye, we're born, and in another blink, we're gone. No one asked if we wanted to live or die; we're just thrown into existence. We can choose to die of our own free will, but it goes against our human nature. Deep inside my mind, I'm still the same kiddo I was when I was born, maybe a bit more broken by the world. They say kids learn to trust the world at some stage of maturity; I wasn't able to do it. Maybe it was because of my mother, who lied about everything. That's how I learned to create small illusions within myself. So I ask myself a question: am I the one lying, or is it the world, or is it both? Kassandra seems to know all of it. A girl who is cold and pure like winter snow. There are a lot of things inside of me that are creating chaos. The dopamine filter stopped working some time ago. Since then, I've been a little weirder than usual. It felt like everything split into pieces, and the world lost its continuity.

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