'Shit, they're here to protest again,' echoed the internal dialogue of a large creature atop the tower. The natural structure rose upward, created from solid black rocks, with reflections of expensive stones in various colors decorating its surface, adding to its beauty.
"M-MASTER!!!" a hoarse voice screamed in a high-pitched tone that pierced the eardrums. It was the first to arrive, climbing up reflexively and shouting rudely. Its feathers looked dry and rusty as the creature flapped its wings, with a beak that looked like dirty bronze contaminated with dried blood. It continued, "THERE IS A STRANGE HUMAN BEING WHO IS DESTROYING THE ENTIRE FOREST!!!"
'Of all the nightmares in the universe, why is this stupid bird always the first?' Not a single muscle fiber moved from its original position, but its heart was ready to accept the trials to come.
Still on the same bird, a chatty creature with the mental capacity of a toddler, "EVERY DAY THAT STARTS FROM SUNRISE! UNTIL IT RISES AGAIN THE NEXT MORNING! THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO CONTINUE TO WORK WITHOUT SLEEP!!! WHY DON'T THEY SLEEP?!! ISN'T THEY SICK FROM WORKING EVERY DAY?!!! I UNDERSTAND IF THEY WANT TO EAT WELL! BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THEY HAS TO WORK EVERY DAY!!! EVEN THE LIVING DEAD KNOW WHEN IT'S TIME TO REST! EVEN AT NIGHT THOSE PERSON STILL WORKS!!! WHAT ARE THEY ACTUALLY AFTER?!! I CAN UNDERSTAND THEM IF THEY WORK TO REDEEM THEIR CHILD WHO IS HELD CAPTIVE BY CRIMINALS! BUT IF NOT!!! THEN!!!! FOR!!! WHAT!!! ARE THEY!!! TORMENTING!!! THEMSELVE!!! WHEN!!!! LIFE!!! IS ONLY!!! ONCE!!!!!!!!!"
As madness took over the bird's rationality, another creature that had been crawling up the tower arrived at the spacious nest. Piles of books were stacked haphazardly, creating mini towers at each point; and the warm sun shone evenly, fairly, and perfectly on everything that existed there.
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One creature in the group offered input, it beautiful voice vibrating through the air, soothing the souls of its listeners, "That's right, sir. Every day he spends only slaughtering many lives. Even the usually quiet nights are now filled with terror."
In between the passing seconds, time felt like it had a tough texture that made those who consumed it click their tongues in boredom. They voiced complaint after complaint like true proletarians living imprisoned by a big boss in a nameless prison; its form was clear, but the majority of the population preferred to gouge out their own eyes.
"Please kill him, sir. He even ate our baby alive!" anger flew from a werewolf, but the attention of the large creature in front of it had long been stolen by the book that existed between his two fingers. The book was indeed large for a small human skull; but for the reddish-black diamond-shaped, scaly creature, the creature that wore sharp horns as its natural crown, it was nothing more than a small peanut.
"Can't you even handle one human?" it replied slowly, the laziness in it voice echoing slightly. From the beginning of the encounter, the creature with shiny scales had not changed its position at all. Its broad hands supported its rough cheeks with clenched fists while its two human-like legs were folded lazily; its thick tail grew from its serrated lower back like a saw, with a unique appearance resembling a spearhead at the tip, the organ swaying and dancing at certain times as it read the exciting parts.
A collection of pillars as large as the nest were embedded along the horizon, evenly spaced as they tried their best to reach the sky, which was sometimes inconsistent in color; today it was bright blue, tomorrow it might be dark and gloomy even in the afternoon. The towers were a creation of nature, a construction born of a long evolution; their surfaces reflected a variety of colors, usually only visible during the day when the sun was strong enough to burn the skin. Far below, the planet's surface, normally covered with soil and wild grass was nowhere to be seen. Flowers and long grass are blown by the wind, carrying a collection of fragrant particles that can be smelled distinctly, an original work that cannot be compared in any way to the imitation products of corrupt factories out there. The trees, although not spread out in an OCD pattern, are scattered neatly and grow vertically in an ethical manner.
It has four aesthetic wings embracing its own body, with round patterns resembling painted eyes on each wing, adding to the uniqueness of its species. Its tall, slender legs are almost completely covered, leaving only its head protruding at the top and two antennae drooping downward due to their length. More upright and more mature, it added, "Sorry to bother you, sir, but we lowly ones have done everything we can think of. Humans are very difficult to deal with. I have fought them several times, and I admit that not all of them are weak. However, even though they are strong, these humans are not even included in the normal group, if I may add."
Even the creature commonly referred to as a dragon, who was indifferent by nature, reflexively shifted it eyes slightly. It took a breath, but no words came out of his sturdy mouth; in it heart, he said to himself...
'Perhaps I am foolish and arrogant to think this way, or perhaps reality fundamentally works as simply as I think it does now. Well… It's simple enough for even the youngest child to understand how the world works.
I have lived long enough to witness several births, but too young to know the mysteries of the world. I witnessed it from a third-person perspective, enjoyed it from a first-person perspective, and from this, I came to an arrogant conclusion. If a being doesn't have a voice, all the subjective aspects that exist within them are irrelevant; cry and be sad, rage and hate something, scream when you're hurt... Everything, yes, even your consciousness and the self-esteem you're so proud of, has no function whatsoever.
Being born as a [human] being does not make someone human; they need a voice to live, and when they lose that position, their career will generally not be easy. Without a voice, they are just objects; anyone can dismantle them, assemble them, strip them, lick them, suck them, eat them. On a mountain—no, that's not enough, I mean in an ocean—hmm... Across the planet's landmass, wild diamonds sprout in every region, no matter where one's eyes move only the glint of money reflects, but... There is no one there; thus, those diamonds are lifeless objects without value (even if it's negative, disease-carrying feces still contribute.)
Truth has no clear anchor, or perhaps no one can know for sure anymore. Evil is born of pain, and killing is an act against truth. Of course, killing a rat is right and killing a cat is wrong. In other words, killing a pregnant woman is not a problem if she is a fish, but... How do you determine whether she is a fish or not? Fish have no voice; having no voice means they are objects, and objects are not endowed with the meaning that drives them to act independently.
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The demonstration that took place during the day was still ongoing, but the dragon paid no attention. It consciousness was strongly drawn by the oceanic current of thought, while recalling the silhouette of it life in times long past, affected by time, it continued.
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I don't mind if my friends, family, or even myself are eaten by other creatures. I really want to intervene, but because my voice is not strong enough to break the order, this is the flow of the system that I cannot change. In other words... No matter how ridiculous the words that come out of it's mouth, if it has a voice, that's enough. Of course, no one would be happy if they were raped, but those who have no voice unfortunately have to accept that fate; rape is when the victim hates it in any form, so, there has never been a case where a rape victim felt pleasure and wanted to do it again.
Humans enslave other species right after they get a voice. They rape, commit genocide against babies, and play with body parts like a true God. I'm not angry, because I know they have a voice, and therefore they are capable (although I don't want to say worthy, even for myself or God itself). One interesting thing... When I had the same voice as them, they got angry, they cursed me, and, I was confused by it. "We eat when our stomachs are full," I said, "We commit genocide on babies," I continued, "At least I kill my prey in one bite," I added, and instantly their faces turned into red tomato.'
Just like how politicians respond, the demonstration ended without it giving a definite answer. Soon, the peak was completely deserted, inhabited only by one large creature still immersed in it internal dialogue.
A peaceful day like the ones before finally arrived after they endured terror every hour. Then, on the morning when dark clouds covered the sky…
BLITZ! A white color shrouded in blue shadows appeared for a moment, then…
BOOM!!!