Prolouge

You've probably heard this story a million times before. There's no escaping that. How many stories have you not heard before? There isn't a damn route, that hasn't been trekked, within the vicinity of the mind. And yet, you continue, to pick up another book. To read through another page. What are you searching for?

The art of sonder; the realisation that everyones idea of reality is as vivid and complex as one's own. The breaking down of society, nay, life itself, to the fundamental ideas it is meant to present. When staring into the void, the idea that the world you have created for yourself is the only capable path that can be taken, is enough to convince even the most adept of minds. It can be impossible to recognise that your choices, your actions, are just another route, on the highway that is life itself. And so are everyone else. To be aware of others, you must first be aware of yourself.

But to be aware of yourself, you must first be aware of other people.

So you keep reading.

You keep searching for another path, another destiny, another storyline, only half aware that whatever these words may have in store for you, there can only be so many routes you haven't seen before.

For to live life as a person that is not yourself is the only way to be.

This is a story about selflessness.

And the debts it has built for itself.

This is the Protagonist Syndrome.