I had searched the earth for one being who could love themselves unconditionally, love another more than they loved their bodies, love without having eyes for another woman. I had travelled the world at this point, it was the last step to completing my potion.
I had just entered my last country in the world, I was scared. If I couldn't find a man pure at heart, I would be left to die, my immortality would become mortality. I would become dust, sweat would form on my face.
For weeks, I scraped the city searching, twice because of how small it was, but still absolutely nothing. I felt my body get weaker, my time was running out. 2 hours left and just as I was about to die I saw my master, “They're extinct, There's no man with such a pure heart, you lost because you trusted humanity.” He laughed, poor shame. “Now, die poor child.” My master blew something into my face and that is the last I can recall.
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