Our god was born, but not alone; two seconds later, his twin brother, painted black, was born too.

  Our god had sons and daughters. Our gods’ sons were his daughters’ uncles.

  His twin brother had sons, and he had daughters as well. His sons married the daughters of our gods' uncles.

  Oh, what an incestuous bunch!

  But before all of that, our gods’ father married his mother, then his mother’s maidservant.

  Oh, what a twisted fate!

  Piano Sonata Number 4.

  What is the point of determining the original timeline when there is bloodshed soon to be shed, and what if I am not the real one?

  I thought I was special. I thought that there was no one else like me.

  In reality, though, there is a high possibility that I am not even the real one. I am flabbergasted, and my face is twitching. Because I am afraid. I am afraid that this is not going to work out.

  I don’t think I want to die, but I am afraid of the possibility of not being real.

  Piano Sonata Number 5.

  Hark! Hear me out!

  The Divine Leader of the universe of 1000 O's tale has been quite a boring one.

  He has been preaching about his noble lineage without any break, and the continuation of his tale…

  Piano Sonata Number 6.

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  Universe of 1000 O's Divine Leader

  Batachi-qan, the soulless mortal, squeezed his hands and released a sound akin to arrow shots and horses running down the hill.

  His son Tamacha, Tamacha's son Tamachan, and Tamachan's son Tama the Shrewd One now all had a single mission: to reclaim the holy spirit of their ancestor.

  PART FIVE

  Stepmother

  Thus it has begun: the tale of a mortal coil and shrewdness.

  The son of Tama, Bot, had a son named Sali-tan. Sali-tan's son had a son named Yeki-tan. Yeki-tan's son was Sem. The son of Sem was Quarchu.

  The son of Quarchu, Boroji the Shrewd, had a wife called Boro and a maidservant named Bori. To them were born two sons: Dobu and Dowa.

  Dobu, Dowa, and their mother, Boro, were inseparable. The three of them always spent their nights together.

  But then their mother died of an illness, and the only thing that remained after her was the magic hat.

  The magic hat, of course, possessed a unique magical ability—the wearer becomes invisible, akin to an invisible ghost.

  Therefore, the magic hat was needed by them. It helped them to relieve their pain because their father remarried the maidservant Bori, following their mother’s passing, which broke Dobu's and Dowa’s hearts.

  Their father, Boroji, moved on with his life. Of eternal love or of his sons' pain, there could be no question; secretly he offed them in his heart.

  One day, Dowa's and Dobu’s stepmother summoned them to their chamber and said, “My dear children, I fell ill. To cure this incurable disease, I need to eat the liver belonging to one of you. Thou knowest that I am beautiful, like a living doll. Even a living doll can eventually wither. Therefore, this doll, by healing her wounds and soul, needs to get recharged. I know that what I am asking for is quite undesirable and inauthentic. Thus, as a merciful mother, I will leave the decision up to you two. Make up your mind who will serve as my sacrificial lamb."

  To say that Dobu and Dowa were flabbergasted would be an overstatement: they were terribly terrified but also a little bit overjoyed, for they understood that at this point in their lives, nothing was holding them from leaving their parents’ home. They were free.

  Dobu and Dowa did not need to choose their life path. The road full of tender sorrows had already been chosen for them: they left without any regrets and without looking back.

  PART SIX

  Their Turmoil

  Dobu and Dowa marched. They marched thousands of miles.

  However, on their way to the unknown future, Dobu and Dowa needed to get some rest.

  They were sleepy, like little doves. They tried to march, avoiding napping. They tried to stay awake.

  But futile it all was. In their bones, they felt thousands of needles sprouting and pressuring their weak points.

  PART SEVEN

  So they searched for a place to relieve their stress.

  It ought to be said that two brothers were afraid of getting sleep. For the road to the enchanted forest was full of unkempt dangers: robbery and assassins. Therefore, these two decided to relinquish their fear of not waking up or getting robbed or stabbed.

  They melted their nausea. In return, their nervousness melted them.

  It was a bargain. It was a bargain worth their sleep deprivation.

  The elder brother plucked out the younger brother’s eyes mischievously. The younger brother plucked out the elder brother’s brown eyes in slow motion, tragically.

  It was truly a tragicomedy of the century.