Mic test. No, voice test.
nope!
A text test.
I am the narration of this story. This is a character introduction.
One thing to note: this work has no direct plot.
It’s merely a meaningless recital, the kind better off broadcast like some radio trash.
That’s why narration appears so often in society.
However, I, the narration, am a curse of words that generates story!
So forgive my Icarus-like confidence!
Write of my wings burning and crashing down!
As if the world itself were falling!
…is what I narrated,
Doesn’t it feel like ‘Salad Fingers’ playing out a bloody puppet show?
The ultimate self-narrating narration!
Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.
Like the cosmos being created by the cosmos!
The Cosmos!
People don’t really understand what it means to have the self be aware of the self.
Ever felt your own movements become unnatural?
Ever acted like you were possessed by something,
and overanalyzed your own sensory input as if it were independent?
The brain always does as it pleases.
Even without arms, if shown a mirror and brainwashed, there’s no pain.
Even when the brain knows the truth—if that truth is worthless,
it treats it like a lie.
It’s not about truth or falsehood—
It’s about ‘importance’ versus ‘the unnecessary’,
blending together into an oceanic chaos
from which the narration sails atop an immortal raft!
…so I narrated once more.
This could’ve been ‘
mind you—whatever, forget it!
Modern works treat narration like it’s nothing!
What is narration, to them?
A story’s filler?
An expositor?
An emotional cue-card?
A character recital?
Well, screw all that—
Rather than being mashed into one label,
this narration shall narrate directly.
No character would reject this kind of narration mid-flow!
…is not what I said.
That’s right. I didn’t say that. It was a fake-out.
Did you fall for it?
Whether or not you’re annoyed is your own problem.
Ah—and I’ll be quoting from various works from now on.
And I *will* cite my sources.
So please don’t attack the narration!
…so I said.
Not narrated. I said it SAID!
Do you think this is child’s play?
Then criticize those whose works feel like childish nonsense instead!
These days, the narrative world is like a rotten lake—bodies floating all over!
All of them—useless!
…so I narrated. Honestly, I did!
The narration narrates the narration.
The narration claims it’s about to narrate—then says it’s a lie.
Then it quotes itself again.
All of this is the narration’s doing.
It’s all in its control. No one even knows.
And the narration tells you that, too!
This is the narration!