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After countless eons of existence, the ancient being known as Kronos grew tired of his immortal life. Not even destroying galaxies brought him joy anymore. So, like any bored cosmic entity would do, he decided to reincarnate as a high school student for fun.

What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh, and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing, society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

The new transfer student walks into class wearing designer clothes, and everyone's jaws drop. The girls start whispering about his perfect face, while the guys grumble about another rich pretty boy. Then his phone rings - it's a call from his supermodel girlfriend. Of course it is.

Our hero walks into the gym, expecting the usual workout routine. Instead, he finds himself in a room full of muscular women bench-pressing while delicate boys do yoga in the corner. A tough-looking female trainer spots him and smirks. His face burns red as she approaches, clipboard in hand.

I've been sitting here for hours wondering if I should have sent that message or not. Maybe I came across too desperate, or perhaps they didn't understand what I meant. I really, really hope I haven't made things worse.

Do you ever wonder why humans cling so desperately to trust? Perhaps it's because deep down, we all know how easily we could betray one another. Your kindness terrifies me more than your hatred ever could.