Prelude

“Come here my child. Look up to the sky. To the trees and their branches filled with green leaves. What do you see?”

“…”

“You see everything. And yet you see nothing. You can’t see.”

“…?”

“Oh, your eyes are just fine. You see all light spectrums, hear all waves of sound. Yet you cannot grasp them. You cannot understand them. Do you even know that they exist? Do you even understand what I’m saying? Do you even know who I am?”

“…”

“You probably can’t. You are unable to do so, just like you are unable to feel. Unable to feel anger or sadness, joy or love. Unable to even feign a smile or a scowl. Everything in your own little world, and nothing here. Only your cold, dead eyes.”

“Why are you doing this? Do you derive some sort of sick pleasure…?”

“What I do with my cattle is nothing of your concern. Leave us now.”

“Cattle? Are you that far gone? Look to yourself, to what you’ve become! You’re nothing but…”

“…”

“Shut your god-damned mouth now! Leave us! I won’t say it again.”

“Look at what you’re doing! You’ll make her cry…”

“Cry…? She? Cry? Ahahah! Boy, you are the delusional one here. Beasts can’t cry. Beasts can’t feel anything. Beasts lack a heart. And you know what is a beast that lacks a heart?

«A Monster.»