A beginning.

Two words that can mean many different things.

It's a hard question to answer, really. What is a beginning? Because with every beginning, there is an end. And with every end, there is a beginning. It's all one big cycle. Life goes on after you die. I always thought that meant others' lives, not my own. And it was right before I died that I realized what life was really about. It's not something you can put into words, it's more of a realization. More things pop out at you. The air, the water, the light, the colour. Oh, the colour. Such a beautiful thing this world is with colour. And I saw all the colour for the very first time right before I died. The real colour.

I wasn't supposed to remember anything. So why? Why did everything feel so familiar? Why was I dying inside for it to come back to me? Why did it come back to me? I didn't want any of this. I didn't want this kind of life. I wanted back who I used to be.

But want isn't enough in this world. That's the reason why I cried every night and didn't know why. I used to think the world was just black and white and someone needed to add a little colour to it. I wanted to be that person, but I couldn't.

Why? That's the big question in the world. And a very philosophical one, if you ask me. Why is anything in this world? I mean, if you think about it, it's really quite confusing. How did it all happen?

I know the answer. I know all the answers. It's something you will figure out too, when you die.

In this story, I can explain to you how I realized the answers. I can explain to you why I know the answers. But I will not tell you the actual answers.

Why? Well, I can tell you the answer to that one.

Fate.

~Trinity Casil, January 27th, 2026