The man knew his future and was ready to deal with it, he had a plan. But at a certain moment, he met light and he started to think that maybe his future could be different. What a beautiful lie he created. It was his future, it couldn't change.
The man met happiness and that was his light, that was the treasure he found and he adored his treasure. He nearly sold his soul for that light, his light was everything to him, but the man had his future and it was just a matter of time for fate to reach him.
At the beginning of the end, he thought it was a nightmare, a bad dream he will be woken up from sooner or later, but it was not a dream, in fact, it was his future which finally had came to say hi. The man cried when he understood, but it was late, there was nothing else to do. He had lost his light.
The man walked away from the light of his sun, which never was his and He returned to the night to find peace, to hide the memories of what could be, the memories of what meant everything to him. He put those memories, those he couldn't delete in a box where no one but him could find it ever.
Then, after a long a painful farewell, He left and submerged into the deepest of the darkness, where he had come from, to seek for a god to make a deal with.
He exchanged his soul for immortality, so maybe, in a distant future: He could find a treasure as beautiful as the one he had lost forever…
What a beautiful lie he told himself again.
The man had his future and he knew it.
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