My Greatest Curiosity
by elmads
๐ช๐ต๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐๐น๐น๐ ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ป๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ป๐ถ๐พ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ-๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ป ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐?
I continuously see this unknown person in my mind, standing a couple of metres in front of me with a blindingly strong white light behind him, his face blurry and his age indiscernible, yet he seems very familiar.
I am standing on a road with unimaginable forks ahead; for every step I take, new fork paths spread across the entire space. Each fork makes up another fork, and so on into unimaginable infinity. Some of it ends quickly, and some of it doesn’t, and each one seems to represent a different path that could occur depending on the one small step I take.
Forked paths that impart mixed feelings of pain, joy, suffering, happiness, regret, and contentment. Some paths just ooze the emotion of extreme suffering and pain, while others are well balanced in between. For each path, it ends with a different outline of a person with an aura incomparable to the blurry-faced man in front of me.
Despite this, the only thing that ironically seems clear yet so blurry is the face of this person, who seems far away and unreachable.
Regardless of his blurry face, I can strongly feel his gaze at me, and sometimes a hint of a smile (often mockingly) can be seen and discerned on the outline of his lips.
He rarely talks, but when he does, he only says and asks these three words mockingly, yet in a serious manner.
“๐ช๐ถ๐น๐น ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ?”
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