> I do not hate them.
Humans. Jinn. Demons. Angels.
They're all the same.
It doesn't matter what they're called, where they came from, or why they were created.
What I know is—they can all break. And I... I just want to know how.
Today, I carved the face of a small god who had fallen into the body of a child.
He said he was a guardian of dreams.
I asked, "Then tell me—does my pain belong to someone else's dream?"
He didn't answer. After five hours, I began to realize he wasn't crying from the pain—
but because he believed he wasn't supposed to feel anything at all.
Funny, isn't it?
They call me a monster.
But I have no fangs. No wings. I don't eat flesh.
I am not made of fire or light.
I am just a human.
Maybe that's the scariest part.
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> "God never answered me. But the devil wept for me.
So I stopped praying.
And started opening them, one by one."
– Ashir Valem