This entire void. The broken world. Everything here. It's only like this, because...

You don't exist.

Sure, you might have existed at some point. You're quite positive on that. But you think that whatever god created your world initially decided that this one wasn't good enough and put it on the chopping block, using elements of your world for a new, more focused one.

Unfortunately, that left your world in a state of disrepair, stuck on The Cutting Room Floor, deteriorating heavily, until eventually, this is what's left. You're the only one left.

And you don't like it.

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