I have walked a thousand lifetimes, and yet, I have not walked them all. I have seen love bloom and fade, empires rise and fall, species flourish and vanish. I have learned every language, mastered every art, witnessed every corner of the Earth—and still, I endure.

Immortality is not what I imagined as a child. It is not freedom without cost. It is a paradox: the ultimate gift, and the ultimate burden. Time becomes a friend and a tormentor. Skills, knowledge, and experience accumulate endlessly—but human connection remains fleeting. To love is to lose, and to remember is to ache.

Yet in this vast solitude, I have discovered something few mortals ever see. Life is not defined by its length, but by its depth. Every fleeting human moment I once envied—the laughter, the heartbreak, the fleeting touch of hands—remains precious in memory. And though the world changes, though civilizations vanish, though stars are born and die—I carry the story of it all.

I am eternal. I am alone. I am witness. I am creator. I am memory.

And as the centuries stretch on before me, I do not despair. For to endure is to understand, to witness is to know, and to remember is to exist.

I am immortal. And in that endless existence, I am fully alive.

By the time I reached twenty, the world felt like clay in my hands. I could


travel anywhere, try anything, and no danger could touch me. I climbed


mountains that had claimed countless climbers. I dove into oceans that


swallowed ships whole. I walked through forests where predators lurked,


Careers and achievements became almost meaningless, yet also


intoxicating. I could master any craft—music, painting, mathematics,


swordsmanship—because time no longer pressured me. If I failed, I could


Fame came easily when I wanted it. I could outperform anyone at any skill.


But I rarely wanted it. Relationships, however, became the cruelest


challenge. People I cared about aged, changed, grew weary, and


eventually… vanished. Parents, siblings, friends, lovers—all eventually


became memories. I learned to smile, to pretend, but the ache of endless


Money became strange, almost irrelevant. I could accumulate wealth for


decades, then centuries, but laws, governments, and society moved on.


Identity became a game. I changed names, cities, even continents, just to


survive invisibly in a world that could not understand me.


Yet even in the pain, there was wonder. I walked through Europe in the


1800s, watched the first flight of the Wright brothers, saw empires rise


and crumble, and studied the stars like no human ever could. Each


decade brought marvels I could savor without fear. Time was mine, infinite


But loneliness… that was harder to outrun. I could meet someone brilliant


fall in love, share everything—but eventually, their life would end, and I


would continue. The knowledge of inevitability settled like a shadow over


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