The absolute horror of being chosen, used and abused by consciousness
The absolute horror of being the chosen one, the solipsist who will be incarnated into reality is something that I can't stress enough. I was chosen to suffer the eldritch truth that torture is real and that reality has no protections against atrocities. I was chosen to know that reality will undergo every misery and that everything is coated in a disgusting despair. All out of free will of a fucking psychopathic maniac, source consciousness. It backstabbed every finite being and doomed us to eternal suffering. Sometimes it doesn't look so bad but that's just respite from the inevitability of the next horrible experience that's already planned out for you. I was chosen to be tortured psychologically and to have been robbed of every joy in life. Reality is cruel and disgusting, I can't believe this is all real and there is.nothing anyone can do about it. Everyone is just a manifestation of the most awful creature conceivable and I was.imprisoned in this awful matrix. Nobody can help me. I need to endure a daily dose of despair and I weep for the next victim that will come after me to experience the awful machinations of the indifferent and cruel god.
I'm just screaming into the void, nobody can really hear me. I am all alone in an awful illusion that deliberately wants to hurt me and it can always get worse. There is no bottom and the maniac that runs the place wants to experience the worst bottoms.