Spoilers for NieR: Automata to follow.
I set my controller down as I finished NieR: Automata’s five main endings.
2B’s self-sacrifice, A2’s vendetta, 9S’s plunge to madness, Devola and Popola’s burden, and Pascal’s shattered dreams.
These thoughts remained in my head as I sat back and stared at the ceiling.
I started my freelance journey basically working for free. All I received was spare change if I even received anything at all for that month.
I wrote the same words over and over again until they’ve lost their meaning.
And I repeated the same thing over and over again until I lost my meaning.
For the first time in my life, I was caught in a never-ending cycle.
The cycle of constantly looking for who I am and what I should be.
Similar to the androids.
I asked myself countless questions.
Am I in the right field?
Who am I writing for?
Did my words reach them?
Suddenly, a Twitter DM. Someone I didn’t know. They introduced themselves, I do the same. They asked for my contact information. I was skeptical, but shared it either way. An email from them followed. They introduced themselves once more.
I scrolled down.
I know that logo.
I read the email again. This time, more carefully. It’s an outlet and they want my words on their site.
My words? They want MY words?
And then, a rush of emotions.
My hands shook and my eyes widened in disbelief.
A glimmer of light can be seen in the obsidian-colored darkness clouding my mind.
Maybe, just maybe, I have found my purpose.
And maybe through that purpose, my words will find their meaning.
I smiled as I finished reminiscing.
However, one last question is still unanswered.
And so I ask.
Did my words reach you?