Nowadays, Even Memories Need To Be Copyright Protected?

A world ignorant to individual identity. Where one is a part of many and many are made to be one.

Was such a world worth living in?

Where the accomplishments of one could be made to be anyone else's. Just like the misery of another could be cursed upon any unfortunate rabble.

Was such a world worth living in?

Eron didn't know the answer, but did it matter? For he hadn't even thought about it...

Until inside his memories was unravelled the accursed truth of the world.

This world, batten upon the bartering of memories, was holding curtains to secrets that were hooking the feeble strings of the universe in place.

The world... the whole universe was being decived! The very foundational laws that spread balance in the universe were being deceived!!

And it all slumbered... down where none but the insane venturered.

Down past the darkness, beyond the lunatizing maws of the void, and ensnared by the only thing more twisted than the abyss— humans.

"Must these sublime secrets be unearthed? They can only shower upon mankind ruin... But I guess I don't have a choice... I never had... It was just meant for me to right the errs of millenniums old. And that's all I must do."