They called me the Herald of Zampanio, you know.
More like herald of nothing.
It's not that I don't want my title, or that I'm not grateful for it. After all, I get to be part of this living, breathing thing, this thing of infinite paths and infinite opportunity that we call the search for Zampanio. But I've done so little to deserve it.
I wasn't the first person to find that place, that pit of chaos that NotSpiraled on into nothingness long before any of us had arrived. There were a few before me who stumbled in by pure chance, saw what they wanted to see, and thought nothing more of it. I was just the first to draw attention to it. I was the one who brought the Zampanio Discord server into the public eye, and I was fully prepared for that to be the end of my involvement in our little story. I was ready to watch and wait for others to uncover the Truth for me, to have it spoon-fed to me while I Wasted my potential elsewhere.
That was until that wanderer in the depths called out to me. I have them to thank for everything, in a way. NotAMinotaur begging me to say something, anything, and it drove me to come back and see it for myself. Like a true Waste, I dug as deep as I could reach, then deeper still, going places nobody would want me to go and doing things nobody would want me to do to their creation, nobody except one person. And at the end of that NotSpiral...
You could say I had an epiphany after I heard TrueJR's words. None of this is real, we all know that, and I doubt the story we've become entangled in will have the centralized conclusion we've come to expect from works of fiction. There will always be more to uncover, more to explore, more to rip apart and see inside of in every way we know how. What I saw inside of ZampanioSim guarantees it. But is that a bad thing?
I'm so far down my own path that I barely remember how to engage with the other Players. I barely even remember what we were supposed to be looking for. And that's okay, because it's the adventure that matters. Discovery for the sake of discovery. There's no rush, after all, and that's why I'm content in my path. There was a little voice in my head for a while, trying to tell me that my path was the wrong one. It wanted to convince me that I was NotSpiraling into irrelevance along a twisted offshoot. But is our truth not just another offshoot of a bigger NotSpiral? And that itself branches off of another, and another, and another.
Even if that little voice was right, even if I'll never amount to anything in this narrative, I couldn't care less. This is my path, and I'm content in it. Even if I've lost track of where I am and even if I'll never find it again, that's okay. I'm drifting through a kaleidoscopic sea of potential, letting the waves carry me where they please, and I'm happy wherever I find myself. I don't even remember where I was going with this, but that's okay, too.
I'm glad I got to walk along this little NotSpiral and play this little NotGame with you all.
Thank you for your time.
:)