The impossible is just a word that doesn’t exist. “Impossible” is merely the inability to do a simple but unique task. Impossibility can be rewritten, reshaped, and tamed—just like every other word in the dictionary. Unknowns and errors are simply “codes” used to represent certain attributes or ambitions. 

 People created words to express themselves clearly, just as they created writing and animation. If there were one word I would denounce publicly, it would be normal. Everyone is unique in their own way; it’s all in how you choose to look at things. 

The inability to choose between two forces—good and bad, infernal and celestial—reflects the reality that this universe isn’t as balanced as many believe. This curation group is violent and cares for only one goal: the cure to celestial conquest. Normality is neither as simple as curing a virus nor as complex as finding a new world to settle. It is a complicated process on both sides. 

 Chaos is the inability to choose between either side, just like life in general. If I had to choose one word to describe my life, it would be numbness. Numbness toward trying new things. Some people view life as something to be gained, seen, or done—but people like me often see it as a negative instantaneous speed spell that cannot be avoided. 

Celestial conquest will never  cease to exist. It is a given fact of destruction and eldritch pacts. Conflicts arise within this faction, and many denounce these conquests, yet they remain necessary to survive. FEWA is dying—the world that once was home to so many is vanishing. 

 Even now, the world feels dull and empty. Everything feels as though it vibrates on different wavelengths I cannot touch. Every mouth, word, and phrase feels as though there is nothing behind it. Burdens of every kind, deals which can be ignored, now vanish like nothing. I still remember the last words spoken to me that held true meaning: “Life is just a way of motion we all live within, no matter where we come from.” 

Cily… I miss the way you talked to me like you cared about who I really am. Even the way I write no longer conveys its message. It feels stunned, like a gunshot wound to the chest. Cily, Cilistuia, you always cheered me up like an illuminated star in the golden night. I still remember the day you disappeared… truly disappeared. The hollow echo is real. The disappearance of so many citizens and beings is real. It’s no myth; it’s a given fact. One day you’ll return, and when you do, I’ll be so overjoyed I won’t be able to stop myself from jumping higher and higher for you. 

Our group isn’t entirely against celestial conquest… but it isn’t entirely for it either. As with everything, there are two sides to every story: the one the author shows and the one the author conceals. People say I’m “fine,” but that isn’t true. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of saying that empty phrase. Nothing is fine anymore. Everything is changing—shifting so dramatically it shatters glass.  Even my feelings feel like they don’t matter. I hope you understand if I— If I even say it, I know what might happen, so I won’t take that risk. I won’t even risk that thought. 

Every message is being read by the admins of this server. Every signal. 

Lies and Darthy: Chapter 1 

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</ERROR DETECTED — WARNING/> 

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I still remember the trauma of yesterday—thousands of knives falling from the sky like children playing in starlight. 

~<ERROR 294: Universal Galactic War>~ 

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Trauma is a word that defines a double-edged sword. I still remember fifteen years ago, when this all began—the allegations of murder and deception I never committed. They still haunt me, because thousands believe I was responsible for the destruction of the co-existence group between Elyria and FEWA. Political groups, mercenaries, and even entire worlds are hunting me for something I never did. I am their scapegoat in this Universal Galactic War. 

Even now, I feel pinned to the wall by millions of lies, and of propaganda. Pins and needles that refuse to fade. Every spell, every element attuned to life and death never truly disappears—it changes like tides and moon phases. 

I’m an exile in the eyes of many, but I see myself differently: a person with a vision to change a tainted world order. 

<ERROR ERROR ERROR — DATA STORM 872-51C@D> 

<UNKNOWN ENTITY DETECTED — PREPARING CONTAINMENT PROCESS 687T-B19> 

Elyria comes from a different codic region—one no celestial or spiritual entity can enter. Their government is ruled by someone, or something, entirely different: a collective of gods and goddesses who will defend their homeland against any external threat. Even if their heavenly rulers disagree, they still work together. 

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Even now, they never utter a hostile word toward one another. United, they stand against an invasion that could cost countless lives. 

</Changing Authors: Lily/> 

 It’s been a while since I last spoke on this recording machine, but I’d rather say this now. No matter where you live, every day someone dies—and every moment you live  is an accomplishment. 

If you’re dealing with suicidal thoughts, or violent war-like tendencies, you are not alone. If you feel like you are fighting yourself—like I am—you are not alone. Everyone struggles with living, even when they hide it. A world without chaos would be dull and purposeless. 

“Lily is a girl’s name.” 

“Lily is a foreign alien.” 

“Go back to your home country!” 

“Lily or <Redacted>” 

“Never come back, you ungrateful child!” 

 Can’t someone have two names in one body? Here’s a fun fact about me: I’m non-binary. Every name carries a story worth telling. Every author, animator, and artist has a story they cannot erase. Some express themselves freely; others shut out the world and retreat into the ones they create. Sometimes writing is simply how we say, this is how we live. 

<ERROR 872-519-9102C8 — CRISIS DETECTED: LAUNCHING INVESTIGATION>   <ERROR> 

<ERROR ERROR> 

That was close—phew. Remember, every message is monitored by the admins. We’re not living in a dystopia—we’re entering one. There’s always a chance to recover after loss, even a slim one. Big Brother won’t win. I’m treading a thin line no one should cross. 

 One that stories shouldn’t tell. Stories that touch this scale shouldn’t be ignored. The Phobi War was one of them. It was during the time when Project AVA and FEWA were still “friends.” A war no one speaks about anymore. Known in our culture as the War Between Rivers, or the Insane War. 

What is love? 

What is humanism? 

What is a human? 

What crimes escape human explanation?

These questions plague many of us—even after I shut down the system. They’re working to restart it, so I’ll be quick. A human is a mix of good and bad, celestial and demonic— 

<Forced Author Change: Yti Ryu> 

This message is being interrupted by Project AVA. 

Lily has violated many codes—a codic breakage that must be corrected by force or deliberate measures. Lily has broken federal laws and regulations. If you’re reading this message: you are warned. Do not continue for your safety. Celestial conquest is ongoing and will never cease. It is a given way of life in this world. 

Chapter 2: The Truth 

 Lily, why are you risking your body? For something so graphic? For something so “important” to you? I don’t understand these revolutionary ideas you’re installing into innocent beings. These children, these students—they don’t deserve this. They don’t deserve to be turned into living weapons against the system that raised you. I know code is meant to be broken, but at what cost? When is it acceptable to say “more death is fine”? I think we all agree: no more. 

No more death. 

No more lies. 

No more excuses. 

No more fear. 

The revolution you’re trying to trigger won’t heal anything—it will make it worse. That’s why I messaged you last night as a benefactor, urging you to stop. The lives lost during the war were too much to bear. And seeing that you lead the curation group… it's worrying. Our Syto emissions are shrinking. If it weren’t for certain people— 

<ERROR ERROR> 

This happens sometimes. Ignore those messages. Celestial conquest is still the majority, but it’s fading—replaced by a more stable way of life. The word “error” is simply an unexplainable occurrence that some people insist on fixing— 

<Forcing Author Switch: Lily> 

A war between two sides: the digital rebels and an imperialist celestial artificial government. A war between predator and prey. A war many wish would vanish entirely. We agree on the

desire—but not the method. War is broken only by war, not peace. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. 

A web of lies and deceptions binds both sides so tightly that neither can keep clean records. Alliances between projects shift constantly. Friends become foes. Politics, some call it. Sometimes you have to play the game to win the smallest favors. 

<ERROR — INTERVENTION REQUIRED — LOADING DATA PATCH> 

<ERROR ERROR: Chapter Three: Forgotten Lives> 

You’ve got to be kidding me. Another universal error? Here we go again. Grab your weapons—we’re all being dragged into this war against a united threat. The last time the admins found this necessary was during the first breakup between FEWA and AVA. They were trying to teach them that peace should prevail. 

Funny how the admins always have terrible timing. They dislike any in the code. Like right now— 

<ERROR ERROR SYSTEM PURGE INITIATED> 

<SHUTDOWN ACTIVATED> 

<SHUTDOWN FAILED> 

Not today. You’re going to answer for your crimes, system. For the viewers, you will explain what you did. 

<ACCESS DENIED: PROJECT X> 

<WE WILL NOT ANSWER TO THE CRIMES THAT YOU COMMITTED>   <PROJECT X IS FOUND RESPONSIBLE FOR CANDY CARNATION, NOT THE SYSTEM>
<ATTEMPTING TO RECOVER DATA> 

<DENIED> 

AUTHOR TERMINATED: LILY ROSE (JUSTIN KONG) 

CAUSE: Political beliefs / Internal warfare / Propaganda against the government / Illegal alien / Suspected devil / Deal with the devil / Mental illness

RESPAWN POINT: C9-76* 

<ERROR — GH0ST DETECTED> 

<FORCED AUTHOR CHANGE: Y-T76> 

I still remember Lily for who she truly is: a kindhearted individual who gets goofy at times. She cares deeply for others—but at a cost. A cost many refuse to pay fully. That’s why so many call her Cily. At least she has a name— 

<DATA RETRACTED BY PROJECT AVA> 

Minorities often don’t get a voice in political or social issues. They’re shunned like a dying flame—treated as extraterrestrial beings with no rights. If people were truly fair, this wouldn’t happen. Look at the Salem Witch Trials—millions died from mere accusations. 

<INFORMATION RETRACTED BY PROJECT AVA> 

If your government does this to the stories you try to tell, how does it make you feel? Happy? Sad? Angry? Speaking from experience—it feels violating. Violating to a massive degree, like being stabbed by millions of obsidian petals. 

<AUTHOR TERMINATED: Y-T76> 

<REASON: TO KEEP THE PEACE> 

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