All existence viewed themselves as the protagonists of their own story.
The things happening around them naturally revolved around their perspective and their journey. If they found themselves in a world of cultivation, they would believe themselves to be heaven-defying geniuses destined to develop the highest tier dao bone and stand triumphantly above everyone else.
But more often than not, realistically speaking, they would likely become mere sacrifices for pill refining. Fuel for someone else's advancement.
If another entity found themselves in a grand epic filled with intricate musings of order and chaos, they might genuinely believe themselves to be the chosen one prophesied to lead countless others out of darkness and into salvation.
Often times even this heartfelt belief was fundamentally untrue. There was no chosen one selected by fate or destiny. There was only existence itself flowing according to its own incomprehensible patterns.
