Auras

Fortunately and finally, the Auras cannot withstand the realms of my walls. They are too strong this time. My walls have been specially impacted by years upon years of mental dedication. Strength: That is what has brought me so far. Passion: That is so deadly that it also has to be consumed in the temptation of my walls. Fear: That is what drives me into yearning for mercy. If only these did not all have to be consumed. So sad. But it was mandatory for victims like me who were infected by these auras to accomplish. The process of so being is cruel, but aren’t the Auras much worse? They are all brutally intensified until their entire being corrupts to nothing. A Pure man once said, “Power. A light upon dark, a tear upon dry, a life upon death. It interrupts nature and senses of serenity. Power is crime. It comes in many ways, forms, sizes. It is disease! Killing people, animals. Triggers of this awful sensation are the true evil: Our Auras.” As this man has hinted, we must dig to the root! Kill it before it can breathe. We are all infected by these auras. They make us do things we want, or desire. Things that we don’t, or are forced upon. They are evil.

Auras have been sifting among our kind for generations. Looking for prey to devour. At an early age of innocence, we are informed to kill them before they kill us. If not, we are held captive by them and police forces will subtract them from society. We take no risks. They are too manipulative, dangerous. To contain their forces is compared to containing the Earth’s rotation. But we have even accomplished that. Power is not to be taken lightly and is a serious matter that can easily overthrow everything our society has achieved. But Auras do not even obey or understand that! They do as they please. And that has to be stopped immediately. They are risky.

If an Aura has infected someone, and they cannot eliminate it to oblivion soon, they are to contain them peacefully. Most people have been killed in the process. It was their own fault, and I cannot change what has already been done. An Aura is a mistake, and mistakes aren’t to be cleaned. They are stains that are to be shown in society for us to study. We take all precautions of necessity. They are strong.
 

I can only think of one person who has supposedly contained Auras. But it does not matter because either way, he was sent elsewhere where the Auras can’t reach us. We do not need any more, they multiply into millions of particles when desired. They are fast.

Luckily, I have ridden mine into a void, but they always seem to come back. Mine have been gone for an hour now. Wait. They are smart.

No matter how many years I study, they come back. Why? They are me.