They said it would make earth a better place.

  An invention that no human witnessed before.

  But it was more like a dam holding back a flood.

  Every human wants to be happy forever, they are prepared to sacrifice anything.

  What I mean by anything is their lives and people they care for.

  The question is : Are you prepared to sacrifice everything anyone just to seek your own happiness?

  Any sane person would say no, that was my answer too until that accident

  It changed everything.

  It was a point where there is no going back..

  It all started with a company called MRL had released two medicines:

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  SYDEX for mental illness,and NCOFLAM for amnesia. They promised

  Happiness,calm,and no regrets, they said it was a miracle.

  But it wasn't a miracle it was preparing us for a world no human can

  Live on sane or not.

  At first , SYDEX was only prescribed for depression.Then it became a lifestyle drug promoted by influencers, and skipping it came to be seen as antisocial. Before long, everyone as taking it

  It was really fine until Sydex became common for everyone,not only the mentally ill. They didn't set a limit Take it whenever your sad,scared or furious.

  Eight months ago, the government stopped pretending that everything was fine.Some tried to stop taking it, but they kept disappearing one by one.

  The early symptoms were clear: sweating,anxious,sudden fury,trembling hands,and an inability to tolerate loud sounds.

  The symptoms differ from one person to another.They aren't a threat to us, they are a threat to themselves.

  I'm in the dark of what used to be a museum, its glass display glass shattered long ago.A single large window overlooks a bridge outside, the full moon hanging above it like a watchful eye.

  On a table beneath the window,countless pills are scattered,some crushed,some still whole,their colors dulled by dust.

  Silence is unbearable here. The only thing breaking it is a non-human sound.they are waiting for me outside. I’m sure some of them are already here, in this place.

  The place where all the misfortune started. Where I’m standing right now.

  My hands are shaking, not from fear—it’s overthinking or withdrawal.

  I don't know if that’s any better. I already took my last pill ten minutes ago.

  I don’t know how much time I have left. Maybe days, hours, minutes.

  I’m not afraid of turning. I’m afraid of forgetting. Forgetting will lead me back to the person I hate the most.

  His reflection still haunted the shattered glass:a wicked man with emotionless eyes. I’d rather… die.I’m losing my ability to focus.

  I’m sorry.I wanted to tell you everything, but my hands are giving up on me.

  I know it’s late, but this diary might be the last hope of humanity.If you’re still out there reading this…

  Don’t give up on humanity, no matter what.