My life was tragic. Always treated poorly by my peers - I am barely twenty-six years old – barely lived through half of my life; I already want to give up. The words were engraved into my brain; ‘If you love anybody; you’re too weak’ and ‘if you felt any emotion, you’re a cry-baby'. Acted like a machine all my life. Even if I concealed all my emotions, I was always weak. If only I could have any sort of power in this miserable, grey world – I wonder if I could be happy then. I wished for any sort of salvation; even if it was in the form of an object – or a liquid – or just anything... I was paid little for my high amount of effort. Miraculously, I was able to buy a cheap headset (Looking back, it seemed too good to be true. Typically, the people – I did not know – said you should never buy something that is high quality and cheap; it is always shady. I must respond to this; I am one who is endlessly impulsive.) It seemed brand new; I analysed the headset for any scratches or cracks..., but there was none. The person who last owned this headset either never used it or they took great care of it. Impulsively, I put the headset on my head. I was ready to escape from this pathetic excuse of a world full of life; especially if the life there was cruel and inhumane. But eventually, I must stop playing this game of escapism. What I thought was temporary joy was a reincarnation into another world that seemed the same – the only difference being that this new world is virtual. This Virtual world was full of vivid, vibrant colours. The atmosphere was cheerful, it repeatedly played the same, upbeat song. Introducing what the things... were. Then, one of the things came to me. Its body was comprised of four gangly, red ribbons, but her pale, mask-like face was on the contrary. Her smile was so full of confidence and joy; it warmed my heart; it instantly washed all the fear and curiosity away. All these feelings of ecstasy overwhelmed me. All my life, I felt nothing but misery and tragedy. Why did this thing – I just met – welcomed me? The sweet thing yelled ‘welcome’ waving at me. Her smile was adorable! adored it more than anything! Well... If I had anything or anyone to appreciate at all...; it was the only thing I loved. My feelings of excitement and affection were short lived after a tall purple, mischievous person-like rabbit, pushed the thing with the adorable, heart-warming smile with its leg. Its smile was nothing like the one of the masked ribbons. Its smile was familiar. Many smiles I saw before I came here were full of mischief, evil. None were genuine or benevolent. I fully accepted that all of humanity were evil – nothing else. The thing with the sweet smile fell onto the floor; its sweet smile was now broken; its face is now one full of misery and tears. I experienced this many times before – was this a place same as the old, miserable earth I used to be in? I have seen many get harmed by other people: pushed over, hair pulled, called names. But I had done absolutely nothing about it; I have learnt a long time ago that the price for benevolence and kindness in nature is nothing, but misery and suffering. However, his time was different – it was painful to see the only thing I loved, adored and appreciated suffer. The lovely thing kneeled behind its broken smile; covering its tearful face. I was not aware, that I was powerful. I thought I was just as powerless as this adorable thing. I clenched my left hand in anger. The thing noticed my hand full of anger; suddenly holding it gently.
It was still in tears. How could it be? How could a pile of ribbons and a mask be significantly more benevolent, gentle and have more humanity than humanity itself? Her hand soothed my anger. ‘Who... who could you be?’ I asked the kind thing, but before it was able to answer my question, it got interrupted by a loud, obnoxious man with a pair of dentures and eyes for his head. Claiming that he was the ‘Ringmaster’ of this queerly interesting place. He held a thing, he called a ‘adventure’. I couldn’t bear listening to his voice; I covered my ears as he was announcing the game and the rules. All I heard was that I got paired up with someone named ‘Gangle’ The thing (which used to have a smile full of sweetness) is beside me. As she guides me through this strange new place; her tearful eyes were adorable, but it made me feel melancholy – what! - No! - This isn’t me! - I’m not weak! - I shouldn’t feel anything! - At all! Impulsively, I accidentally yelled everything out loud. The poor thing was startled. ‘It’s okay to be emotional; you’re not weak...’ it said; their tears remained on their face, and it added a smile; it was full of comfort and warmth; the smile was still tearful. If it showed its adorable smile, then I’ll always be happy. The thing guided me throughout this place; it told me its name. Apparently, its name was ‘Gangle’ and that moron who broken its adoring smile was named ‘Jax’. Honestly, it was quite a fitting name; he was that kind of guy. ‘Do you have a name?’ asked Gangle. ‘My name?’. Now, I don’t remember my name! - what was it?! ‘Maybe I shouldn’t have asked that...’ she took what she said earlier back; forgetting - that apparently, once you come there; you forget your own (former) name. Gangle examined me; looking up and down, slowly at me. ‘You look like a magical girl’ said, she. ‘Your new name should be Magi!’. I was not familiar with names originating from a foreign language; especially languages that does not use the Latin alphabet. But it could also be a shortened form of ‘magic’, but the ‘gi’ is pronounced like a ‘g’ and not a ‘j’. Honestly, I didn’t care about what name I had; I felt honoured that I was given a name by the thing I loved – I adored. I also did not know what a magical girl was, although it should have been obvious; a girl with magical powers. My mind was full of questions and ecstasies from where I am, and her smile. Everything would be fine as long as she is here, right next to me.
