This story began when I pushed a star out of the sky...

  But first things first.

  Have you ever wondered if Destiny exists?

  Oh, yes, that's a useless question. I mean, the answer is obvious, isn't it? But... how much and how long have you thought about it? Have you ever gotten to the point where you start to wonder if we create it for ourselves, or if it's already predetermined by someone else? Have you thought about what it looks like? Or maybe how it feels? Or even how it smells and sounds?

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  Have you ever wondered if Destiny itself has a destiny? And if so, does it create it for itself, or... is it already predetermined by someone else?

  What if I told you that I know the answer to each of these questions? What if I told you that I personally know Destiny? What if I told you that Destiny really is as cruel as everyone says?

  Would you believe me? Or would you say I'm making it up? Or maybe you'd even think I'm an impudent liar?

  Ah, either way... it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what you think I am; it doesn't matter if you believe what I say.

  It doesn't matter, because you'll see for yourself.