afterword

                                    

                                          
i figured this story wouldn't get a lot of attention and i didn't write it so it would. i just wanted to mess around with ideas and this gave me a wonderful excuse to a deep dive on classical literature, specifically greek tragedies (i'm still wading my way through just euripides alone, there's so much out there!)
                          
i really don't have much to add to this story. i feel like it explains itself. but seeing as i never shut up, i'm going to ramble on anyway.
                          
the word erebus is more commonly referring to the primordial god of darkness, but in less common cases, it is used to refer to the underworld. meaning "of darkness", it has many negative connotations associating itself with death. greek mythology, like all mythology, is deeply rooted and incredibly complex. the characterization of something may be different depending on when and where you are taking information from- this is due to the natural progression of time and also the spread-out nature of greek city-states. one thing may have many names. one name can mean many things.
                          
but you will always see threads that tie the versions together. you begin to unravel each myth and each deity. all religion is created to be a reflection of human nature at a certain time and place- and all human nature, at its core, is the same. we love to retell stories because it reflects us. we're all orpheus and we're all eurydice. we've all lost and we've all gained. and the fact is, we all are marching to some type of end. but we are marching blindly.
                          
life doesn't come with an instruction manual. you don't get to know what you're supposed to be marching towards. you don't get to know what you're supposed to accomplish. you only are led by what others tell you and what others tell you is just knowledge that they had been told. and then your story becomes an echo of theirs. but when you close your eyes and think a little too hard about it, there is no point of reference in pitch black. you don't get to know when you'll die. you don't get to know what you're supposed to do until then.
                          
and what i'm trying to say is, just love. it'll cause you immense joy and immense pain. but at least when you close your eyes and clamor your way through darkness, you can feel something. it'll give you a sense of direction, perhaps a false one, but better than nothing. it doesn't have to be a romantic partner. preferably, it's many things. fill your life with light when you don't know where to go. cherish everything. endure the pain of having to let it go. live. 
                          
but most importantly, take all of this i'm telling you with a grain of salt if you want. i'm literally just some random kid on wattpad writing fanfiction at 1:33 a.m.
                          
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and here's the part that has nothing to do with all that-
thank you so much for reading as far as you have. there's probably only like 2 people actually reading this but thanks for caring enough to.
                          
truthfully, i don't know how i feel about this book. i've been at school while i've been writing this so i haven't had as much time to edit it down to perfection. it feels unpolished and not as well thought out. but i tend to like my own work more when i give myself time to appreciate it from afar without working on it.
                          
i just want everyone to know that i'm very thankful for any little bit of support.
                          
love always,
starryid.