living in a daydream

[NikolaNeiju]

Joining the Academy... Turned out to be a bad idea.

Everyone is so loud, everyone is so annoying.

I feel like my head is about to burst.

I hate this place, I hate these people. I hate I hate I hate i hate i hate ihateihateihate...

...This will pass, right? Just a few more years.

I just have to take it slow, one day at the time.

I have dreams... It will be alright. No one will complain in my dreams... My future...

I don't have to go out. I don't have to see all of them, I got what I wanted already.

They won't notice my absence anyway, why would they?

in dreams,  they won't annoy me, in my dreams, everything will be perfect.

everyone will be perfect.

[NikolaNeiju]

As the days break into night, time passes, they play, they talk... Mmh, and what do I do? I actually do what's useful. Kids fight between one another for stupid reasons, when they learn fleshcrafting and get exposed, when they tap into occult and go insane, only to be cleansed a few years afterwards, when they attune themselves to some sort of power and think that they are nigh invincible...

This is what I call natural selection, filtering of these stupid people who don't deserve to hold such powers, the knowledge. But that's alright, even if there is no ally even among the folk of your own, I don't need that. There will be many more opportunities, I am quite young after all.

The planning stages had already begun... And they were more fruitful than I first expected...

Can you see this portrait blinking? Yes. It blinks, it moves. It feels.

It lives.

[NikolaNeiju]

Ahh...

The kingdom within my dreams.

I've perfected it. I had finally finished decorating it.

My mind became whole, and yet it's empty, the horrible, crippling feeling of loniless. Further amplified by the spaceous rooms where I dwell.

it slowly began filling up with voices of my doubts, my regrets, and in my dreams. They are the abriter of my life

It's truly a torture that I have to see it every time I close my eyes, but I learned to stay awake as long as I can.

Only one year is left, and shackles that bound this weak body of mine will break.

The ink will be gathered, blood of friends and enemies alike.

With a brush, I'll paint on beautiful canvas of this country, such as it is.

Though before I can fully finish this painting, I'll sling forth destruction, one that should be reckoned with.

And from ruin and misery.

I'll shake this country up, and the peace will be... Nevermore.