What if the pursuit of endless wealth is the greatest illusion of all?
A book of empty promises must be written for those who follow a cult called “The Church of Frivolous Fortune”, worshipping Money as an omnipotent, omniscient god. Its Pope, Evon Muzt, leads the faithful in the relentless pursuit of wealth, promising that prosperity and a utopia on another planet — after Earth’s resources are exhausted at last — is the ultimate prize. It is divine favor, and amassing money is the key to saving souls and the world. Yet, despite all this, spiritual enlightenment feels emptier than ever, because the goal the followers are chasing is built on a foundation of illusory success — something you’ll never truly achieve, because money is as elusive as happiness. The cult’s promise of transcending to a higher, wealth-driven existence keeps the faithful hooked, wasting their days on investment schemes and constantly chasing the next big breakthrough, filling their minds with digital distractions, only to realize it offers nothing but empty hope.
“Is this the life I’m meant to live?” — Ezra asks in her head as she recites the mantra: “Blessed be His name and cash spirit.” — “Or is there more to fulfillment than just endless accumulation?”
She pauses, the words echoing in her mind. The mantra, a ritual she’s adhered to for so long, now feels hollow. Her thoughts swirl, questioning the path she’s so devoted to — the chase for wealth, fame, success, and the illusion of happiness. What if all this is just… empty?
“Break free from the illusion. Reclaim your true purpose, beyond the worship of wealth.” The words seem to come from nowhere, yet they feel strangely familiar — as though they’ve been waiting for her to hear them.
As she closes her eyes to pray, the thought lingers like a whisper, gentle yet insistent. It’s a call to something deeper, something truer than the empty promises of material success.
In that quiet moment, Ezra wonders: Could there be more than the relentless pursuit of the opposite of nature?
She clutches her chest, feels a sharp pain, and hears another bang while falling to the ground, grappling with the sudden weight of the realization… her end.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or situations is purely coincidental. The characters, narrative, and themes are a product of my imagination, and any interpretation connecting them to real-world entities or occurrences is purely a fantasy, as is the nature of the fantasies that inspire daily life at its best.
Thank you for living, Felipe Castro Quiles
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