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The Prodromal Mind
Now… where were we?
Ah, that's right. Our hero had come back into the world, spawned by the will of an existence outside of their knowledge. The only true difference is that the existence has beheld the result of the hero's prescribed actions, and knows the outcome which it desires.
This time, there is no hesitation. The hero moves to the right.
They take hold of the torch.
The Colossus is slain.
And the existence receives its reward, the hero's own life immaterial to the result that is wanted.
But it isn't enough… it's never enough. More 'heroes' are chosen.
More 'heroes' defeat the Colossus and fulfill their stated purpose.
Time and again, the reward is given, until eventually…
No thought is given to the Grinning Colossus anymore. In this place, everything has a pre-chosen answer. There is a sense of 'correctness' in all things.
Countless heroes and countless Colossi are sacrificed, all to get the result desired by those who put these systems in place. They don't even question it any longer… There's no purpose in thinking about anything.
And so, life loses its meaning.