"I GOT IT, I GOT IT! LET ME OUT; I WANT OUT OF HERE!" More dead dogs were thrown into the hole, into my grave.
"I GOT IT! YOU WERE THE FIRST; YOU WERE THE FUCKING FIRST 'KENNY'!" I spat blood, earth, and fur out, feeling the weight on me increase.
Either the concept of everything happening at once and that time is relative and such was bullshit, or the reincarnation of the counterparts happened in cycles, with someone being at the beginning of the cycle and also someone in the middle and end of it.
If I interpreted the fucked-up message from the past correctly, the giant was either the first one, the rawest one, or both: an existence emotionless yet with childlike curiosity, someone unable to feel yet full of hollowness, a raw existence that, confronted with its transience, fell into a helpless craze caused by fear and unwillingness.
