The only place we can live in is someone’s body. . . The soul can’t last long without the body. . . it dies without life. . . Well, it’s like without water for you. . . You can live for several years. . . you take a long time to die. . . Without water quickly. . .
We are sent to you several times. . .
First, before the conception. . . so that the child can be born at all. . . then so that he could have a mind. . . then so that he could become an adult. . . well, so that he could have children. . . then. . .
It’s rare to go further. . . because they stop waiting every day for their dream – . . . to find out. . . to grow up. . .
The dream ends and there is just a desire. . . but this is not enough for the next level of the soul to enter the body. . .
What came before is also dying. . . as unnecessary, and new does not appear. .
We don’t want to die even when we haven’t let you into your assigned body, so we hide in whatever we have to. . . just to be near. . . even in someone’s body. . . even in a mouse – just to be near. . .
Sometimes a big body is free. . . like a calf or a cat. . .
But this is rare. . . Everything is busy. . . So we die, hiding in a stone at the house or in some thing. . . if it’s a favorite. . .
It’s easier to die when you’re loved. . . at least as a thing. .
Old things of grown-up children are thrown away. . . or given to others.
And then you die betrayed. . . and forgotten.
And those whom you initially seemed to love, you betray – the calf is taken to the slaughterhouse, the old dog is “put to sleep”. . . it makes it easier for you to think that you didn’t meanly kill someone who loved you insanely. . . but it just fell asleep, this old animal. . . and that’s it. . .
Those parts of the soul which would came in later had to say why you were born, to tell about the genus. . . about Mother, about Father. . .
But you don’t even want to hear about it. . . and that piece of their souls dies without saying what you should have known. .
You betray them. . . for generations. . . and they don’t wait for their children to hear them for a long time. . .
Only little Death still tries to tell about them. . .
No, not what they were, but what These did to them. . .
But you won’t even know your own souls, not to mention the Mother. . .
Our genus was destroyed until they could no longer find men bearing its characteristics. . .
Tradition says that another boy is to be born. . . the last. . .
We call him Nose. . . He was never allowed to survive. . .
They always do that – destroy until only those who have betrayed their genus remain. . . They are used.
To betray the genus is to forget about those who were killed, tortured, raped, and deceived. . . no matter how long ago it was…
And do you know about your genus?. . .
Everything?. . .
That’s the whole point.
You know what happens to them. . . your relatives. . . after. . . ?
You don’t know?! . . .
Don’t you know that those who were tortured in life continue to be destroyed after death?
You don’t want to protect them. . . your relatives who are long dead. . . ?
Because it’s too long ago. . . in your opinion. . .
Those who destroyed us. . . back then. . . long ago. . . probably too long ago for you. . . continue to do this to our souls. . . endlessly.
You don’t want to think about it. . . not that you forgive murderers. . . you just prefer not to think. . . forget. . . forever.
That girl Death comes back again and again. . . to die and take another one of These with her. . . After all, if the last of our genus stops, the souls of her loved ones will be destroyed forever. . .
Forever means forever. . . without the end. . . .
Who am I? I am the mother of that little Death. . . Queen Death.