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I don't know how long I've been alive. Time feels like a fluid concept to me now. It's as if each moment can stretch out indefinitely or shrink down to nothingness. Memories blur together in a jumbled mess of emotions and sensations, making it difficult for me to discern reality from fantasy.
People often tell me that I'm an oddity - a being who has transcended the boundaries of time and space. They claim that I possess knowledge beyond my years, gained through some sort of mystical connection with the universe itself. But I know nothing about this supposed power or purpose. What little understanding I have comes from fragmented recollections scattered throughout eternity.
As I sit here, watching life unfold before me like a slow-motion film reel, it's hard not to feel disconnected from the world around me. Yet in those rare moments when emotions surface and I'm able to momentarily connect with others, there's an overwhelming sense of longing - for belonging, for purpose, or maybe even just for meaning itself.
