Today, unable to overcome his boredom once again, he gathered a handful of glass shards and shoved them into his mouth. The stinging was brief; his mouth healed instantly, leaving no sensation behind. Hot blood didn't even have the chance to well up. He spat out the glass. Even things like this could no longer make him feel alive. His dulled body refused to allow even a crack in his flesh. All that remained at the edge of his blunted senses was an oversized boredom.

He had always loved the finiteness of humans, that sorrowful mortality. The eternity bestowed upon him was as cold and heavy as midwinter frost. He found his immortal body, which remained frozen no matter how many times he tried to melt it, to be a burden. In contrast, those lives that bloomed for a moment like spring flowers and then helplessly withered away were so beautiful. He never did learn how not to admire the way they tried to glow crimson at every moment, knowing they would eventually fall.

How much has he craved the end of this loathsome immortality? Whether searching for someone to lead him to rest or someone to soothe his empty heart, all those efforts were ultimately nothing more than bubbles in the merciless flow of time.

After traveling through all the narratives of the world, there was no longer any amusement left to enjoy. The only solace was observing humans in the passing time. Would you believe that just as even that was becoming tiresome, an interesting human appeared? A strange being who broke my thousands of years of silence. If it's you, a being like that, perhaps you can shatter this solid eternity and give me the end I have yearned for so much.