Chapter 8

Every inside chaos begins noiselessly.  It is a human's own nature, it is an individual's greatest fright, and it is a creation's unending battle.  No one had the ability to foresee it coming.

 It is one of the existing proof that nothing from the future and to what would happen next is inevitable.

 You just need to not abide by its flow.

 It is the rule of inevitability.

 Once you have been swallowed by its wings and blinded all of what you have in darkness, who you are— who you once were— yonder will rather be far more terrifying than to choose where you go.

 My fight started with my mother.  She was the first that I wanted to battle with.  That's why I still held on— never letting go of everything I had included even her.  It was, for me, the longest war I ever had until unworthily bare vanished.

This was her story.

 "Mom, when I grow up, will you still give me a present?"  I ask