-June 14, 11:10-
Everyday i seek for myself if anyone at all truly believes me, if i was assigned to become the next most important person on here, then why am i treated like a…
“Aaria..what the hell are you looking at?”
My clear mind was without any warnings back, everything my pupils were obsessing over were black clouds and the same damned color i stumbled upon everyday: red, Viola was standing next to me.
I then took a look around to see if we had arrived to that filthy place, what i caught was the biggest library in the town, all of it made with just tons of bricks, i did have memories of seeing it 2 or 3 times but in reality i never truly bothered to even step a foot in it.
“I heard this one has a lot of books, including things about philosophy and religion..i think you’ll love it”
“Really? well atleast you know my preferences…”
“..Because i’ve known you for years.”
“..Right.” Every single time we interacted outside of me venting to her, there wasn’t really much to work with, atleast after the whole failed purge of the country, it’s possible she just got meaner..not me though.
While trying to think for myself, she fetched my hand and purposefully dragged me inside the place, seemed like she had already unclosed the door while i was fantasizing for myself, it seemed like Viola had no time left and we just had to do this straight away, but what was the reason?
The Impressive structure was just as she wanted it to be, despite being an huge archival place, not many civilians spent some of their life here, no one had interest in reading in the present era, people would have preferred to commit to anything else instead of engaging in any form of literature. Some of these people do not care about the bible at all, absolutely mortifying.
Even the few people on here were starting to make me anxious, i was wearing a frilly blue dress with a regurarly short skirt, it was possibly only me but i was so used to wearing longer dresses or just use pants that attempting anything new would have gotten me to attract those sinful perverts.
“You seem..pretty sweaty Aaria..” She noticed way too fast, that sure didn’t help as it just got me more soggy…not in the strange way.
“I am perfectly fine! i just don’t want to look like a slut you know?” no answer from her, just an uncomfortable gawp.
Oogling around, i took a notice of a table that was much smaller compared to the many others there, it had only 2 seats too, basically an opportunity for the two of us.
“Can we sit there?” i exclaimed, directing at my center of attention.
“That one looks very small though, are you sure?”
“Yeah! no idea what’s the issue?”
“Oh there is none it’s just..” Viola covered her mouth, most likely hiding her cheeks getting darker.
“..Come on! let’s work smarter!”
“I see i see! i’m..very sorry!”
With that, our footwears were practically making rhytmin with each others, even so, she couldn’t stop treating me like a stranger, being the free thinker i always was i could have been able to theorize the true reasons, although all it would have done was making me feel like a creep.
On the chairs, before dropping her bag on the floor, she picked what appeared to be a very small lunchbox, putting it at the very center of the table.
“Are those those the candies you talked about at home?” i asked
“Well..not really..?”
“What- What do you mean by that?!” My confusion left me as soon as i placed it on my side and revealed what was in it: tons of chocolate chips cookies: my favorites.
“Yeah they aren’t really candies..but i knew you would have loved them”
“Viola..Thank you so much!” I didn’t hesitate. “I am so glad to be your friend!”
“All i am asking is if you are gonna do anything here other than eating, you already said that you weren’t interested in reading and that raised so many questions..atleast for me.” her hand went inside the bag to pull out a book.
The cover was gloomy and featured an extremetely dark and unrecognisable figure, the font made it harder to understand what the title even was.
“You wanna atleast attempt to check out anything that might interest you?”
“…Sure.” at this very point i just wanted to relax, this woman was doing nothing but complaining and acting in the strangest way around me for no apparent reason, did she want to brainwash me into getting attached to her shitty interests?
As i got off the seat, i didn’t even care anymore, the place was huge and i could have gotten lost at any second, however that didn’t mean anything to me, i came across what was a “Religion section” maybe i had just gotten lucky but that did not immediately remove my grumpy face.
Whenever i was working in the church, my main job was simple: read the bible and tell to everybody the story of our now defunct world, the main issue was that they never heard what i was trying to tell them, or their head would forget what i was going overboard with, i never consider myself an illiterate yet people that knew me saw me as one.
The shelf while strangely huge like the others, lacked what i thought would have been a bigger collection, containings only stuffs relating to the Bible with every other religion feeling forgotten, although one stood out to me the most because..i never had fully heard of it anywhere in my life living as a catholic.
The book cover was way brighter then the other, appearing as bluish “The Seth Manifesto” was the text on the top even if it would have been easier to take a note of if it wasn’t for the realistic image at the bottom of it, a bleeding nose of a man wherein the skin was badly edited to be more orange looking.
There was a strange sensation that got my entire mind: curiosity, but wherefore i would have never fully explained, as i put my hands in the cardboard, was it a bad idea? at the end i probably would have hated it, but to me, everybody who knew me: it was necessary.
That’s exactly why i grabbed it without any personal issues, as i quickly searched for the table she was reading it, i slowly buried the object in my chest without even realizing it, i didn’t know why, but i was treating it like a lost relative.
I didn’t feel like looking at those pages, but i needed to borrow it for later.
-June 14, 13:10-
Upstair in my house, i was laying in my bed along with my exposed feet, i never really touched my computer this year but for this time it wasn’t too late for me to do my own researchs.
“The Seth Manifesto”..the back of the cover didn’t have any explanation about it’s creation or any reviews, just the quote: “The sky always knows what it wants” when i first asked Viola this day if she ever heard of it, she responded with no, so of course when we had to leave i instead questioned the secretary of the library about any infos i could have gathered.
His response was threating to put me to a mental asylum, the internet might have been my only way, there were possibilities to interview every single person in town but the outcomes would have led to me accidentally meeting the w you’ll ever witness, the world had already heard of how i described them, why should i exploit myself?
With that, my jittery mitt began tapping the buttons on the laptop, the goal was very simple, trying to find out what this “religious book” was even about, with some searching, the results weren’t a lot, only containing 12 images that were scans of the book cover along with some excerpts, ignoring those unimportant stuffs, i lucked into a question that appeared in the researchs, it was on a philosophy forum with the domain: TheFallenOnes999.net
“Has anybody heard of some book called “The Seth Manifesto” or something familiar? i remember seeing some sort of pop up ad about it when this site started adding all of those useless advertisements, there is barely any infos about its existence online except worthless pictures that add nothing to the discussion.”
“Wasn’t it made by that famous conspiracy theorist? basically when the collapse of this country was starting, he never stopped promoting it anywhere but from far as i know, no copy ever released.”
“Did they just have problem during production? again there is no infos about anything online so we could all just make some random assumptions.”
“I think he just died, i haven’t heard of him since.”
“Nobody gives a shit anyway, we are all gonna end up like him so it’s not like anything matters”
“…have your parents ever told you that you are a little bitch?”
All from the same 2 people (their username were MeatTherapist and F4GC1G), my mind never experienced situations similiar to these before, let alone one involving any books, it didn’t take a toddler to get that everything about it just got lost to time, but if that’s so, is this the only copy available? easily the most non convoluted explanation to the topic.
They never name dropped the conspiracy theorist, however it was not like a categorically atypical part, any reader, especially me could have lived under a rock, i became basically the first one able to spread the contents of the book outside of some excerpts that holded no meaning.
Then, that high pitched voice started playing in my head.
“Aaria! Lunch is ready! i made some pasta just for you~!”
…I didn’t want to forget my entire daily routine again because of this, all it took for me was to focus on one thing at once, and that’s exactly what i should do, so with that..i got hold of my blue striped sock, attired them and instantly ran out of my comfort zone, with the screen of that unhinged conversation still on.
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