Clever!
Clever indeed! You fancy yourself the most intelligent creature in all of creation, and your intellect is your shield against harm, but it comes at a heavy price - the burden of loneliness. I see you, I know you. Across countless realities, you remain the same: a broken old man, desperate to conceal his agony. And so you take drastic measures, killing your own feelings, strangling them and holding them underwater until the bubbles cease, until all panic subsides. Your feelings died and you are the murderer.

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