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Today we will talk about Chapter 19, namely about the context where Mariana utterly crushed Aragi's reasoning with her own.
People, by their nature, are not lonely.
They are born — yes, exactly born — in a family. Complete. Incomplete. Ideal. Chaotic. But still a family.
However, does that mean they need nothing more? That socialization is just a word invented by scientists to justify their own existence?
No. Even if you are an introvert to the core — no.
Socialization is… how should I put it… not just "adaptation to society." It is a way to learn how to play someone else's game by someone else's rules. A game you never asked to join, but into which you were still seated at the common table.
Where someone rolls the dice. Someone deals the cards. And someone sits in the corner, silently, and counts the moves without even joining the game.
For some, this process is natural. For others — torturous. And some remain in a solo game all their life, preferring communication only with their own "self."
Good and evil.
Selfishness and selflessness.
Hope and despair.
— Countless contradictory traits, locked together tightly. They cannot be integrated, no matter how much you try. And the more they fought, the more the picture came apart, adding too many colors to the future in her eyes.
And in a painful life, consolations were rare. So rare that, when they appeared, it was enough for a dreamer in sleep to gather all blissful things that came to hand and build from them… a dirty and incoherent story.
Bliss drove people deeper into their own consciousness. There they built stories — their stories. This led to an effect where the world was perceived not as reality, but as a narrative created for one's own consolation.
Consequently, the upper limit of the law of reason is actually "the possibility of civilization." Or, to put it another way, "the limit of a story." Or, yet another way — \[the limit of narration].
And that is why, in the first game between Aragi and the witch on the second night, it was Yahweh who opened the library door. But already in the second game, instead of him, it was Cheryl.
This was not a lie woven by the witch with magic. This was reality. One of those countless variations of the future that could have happened. Not a change of rules. Not an edit to the story. Just… another turn of events.
And yes, it was this, and not the witch's restoration of the destroyed past world, that became the reason for the change.
And on this note, we say goodbye to you!
I would like to express, on behalf of the author, great gratitude for choosing to read my title. It is truly pleasant for me to see how your efforts are appreciated by others and how they find interest in your work. We strive to become better, we move forward — this is the very essence of a human: to perfect oneself in one's craft. From now on, I will continue to move forward.
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