What is reality? What is real, what is fake? Are we real, or are we just figments of imagination trapped in an eternal cycle of time? To this day I don't know. I don't understand. Humans... Living on Earth, myself included. What is our purpose? Why are we here? Why do we exist?, and what to we exist for. I wonder if, perhaps we are just game pieces on a game board, played by the gods. That hurts so much more than it should. I have wondered over these questions, for my whole life. My life... My beautiful life, full of roses and thorns. I can remember everything in my life, painful or sad. Can you?