After years of searching, ̷T̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷W̷̷i̷̷t̷̷c̷̷h̷ ̷G̷a̷̷z̷̷e̷̷l̷̷l̷̷e̷ finally found the fabled lamp that can grant any wish. Her one wish to the genie that emerged was this: 'Make me happy forever.' And the genie complied, making her both immortal and constantly happy all at once.

And she was happy. A constant, unending ecstacy. Happiness is all she knows now.

No more pain, no more suffering.

No more sadness, no more grief, no more anxiety. Just happiness.

She collapsed where she stood, and she stopped moving. For there was no point anymore. No point in anything anymore.

No point in pursuing her passions. No point in going back to her family and friends. No more pain, no more suffering. No more frustrations, no more reliefs, no more failures, no more successes. No more terrible moments to have, no more wonderful memories to make.

̷N̷̷o̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷h̷a̷̷t̷̷e̷. ̷A̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷n̷̷o̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷r̷̷e̷ ̷l̷̷o̷̷v̷̷e̷.

Eventually, she will stop thinking altogether, for there was no point in being conscious. A most blissful slab of meat.

And here she will stay, until all the empires collapse and crumble, into forgotten ash. Until all the seas boil and dissappear, until the sun reclaims the planet. She will be here, happy.

Alone.

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