When the end comes—

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Why do I exist?

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I may be of no purpose now. I have no desire to be.

 

Though, something pushes me. A force I did not know that had been awakened.

 

But what awakened it?

 

Why was it awakened?

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Those questions do not concern me now. What truly matters most is my existence.

 

Why do I exist?

 

Existence has meaning, and yet, it doesn’t. Not everyone has a purpose, I understand this now.

 

But do I have a purpose? I think so.

 

Why? I don't know.

 

Let's discover it together, shall we?

 

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I apologize for not introducing myself.

 

Although, that truly doesn't matter to you as an individual, now does it?

 

I am—

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In the end, would you remember me?