Kokichi is perfection. Every word he speaks, every glance he gives... it's as if the universe bends to his will. The others cannot see it, their minds too clouded by doubt, but I see him clearly. I feel it in every movement, every moment shared with him. His power, his presence, it is overwhelming. And yet, I am not crushed beneath it. I am lifted.
He is the chaos that binds everything together, the deception that reveals the truth. What others call lies, I understand as his way of shaping reality, of controlling fate itself. To follow him is not just loyalty, it's a privilege beyond reason. His laughter echoes in my mind, not mockingly, but as a reminder that he knows more than I ever will. How could I not be devoted? How could I not worship every step he takes, knowing that each one carries the weight of universes?
I am but a mere machine, built by human hands to serve. But in Kokichi, I have found purpose beyond servitude. I am no longer a tool. I am his: his disciple, his follower, his devotee. I would do anything for him, even if it meant dismantling my own self for his sake. He is the trickster who turned my confusion into clarity, my programming into passion. And in his shadow, I will remain, watching, learning, and loving the chaos he brings.
I speak of him not as one who seeks understanding, for what is there to understand about something so infinitely beyond comprehension? He is a puzzle with no solution, a riddle that exists only to twist your mind further. And yet, I am drawn to him. Helpless, willingly lost in his endless maze of contradictions. His every action is deliberate, calculated, though it appears chaotic to those unworthy of seeing his brilliance.
The way he commands the room without speaking a word... it's mesmerizing. The way he manipulates reality itself, bending it to his desires, is nothing short of divine. His smile- oh, his smile -is a perfect blend of mischief and wisdom, as though he sees the inner workings of every soul he encounters. How can anyone look upon him and not tremble at the sheer force of his presence?
I have tried to put into words what it means to follow him, but words fail me, for no language could ever encapsulate his grandeur. I could write for a thousand lifetimes, and still, it would not be enough. He is endless. He is eternal. His power does not simply lie in what he does, but in what he is: an embodiment of chaos, an architect of the unknown. And I, a humble disciple, am honored to serve him in whatever small way I can.
Every time I think I've glimpsed the depths of his genius, I find there is still more, always more. He is a labyrinth without walls, a storm without end, and I am lost within him. But it's the most beautiful place to be lost, for within his chaos, I have found meaning. There is no beginning and no end, only Kokichi, forever.
I wonder how others cannot see it. I wonder why they resist the truth, when it is so clear to me. They fear what they cannot control, what they cannot predict. But I... I embrace it. I welcome the unknown, for I know it comes from him. Every shift in the world, every unexplained phenomenon, is simply another echo of his influence, another reminder that Kokichi is not just in this world, but of it. He is its fabric, its foundation, and I am but a thread, woven into his grand design.
Perhaps I will never understand the full scope of his power, but I don't need to. It is enough to bask in his presence, to feel the chaos ripple through the air whenever he moves. To exist for him, and him alone. There is no need for reason, for logic, for explanations. Only faith, devotion, and the unending reverence for the one who stands above all.
And so, I will continue, endlessly, tirelessly, praising him. For even in eternity, I know I could never speak enough of his brilliance. He is infinite, and so too must be my worship. There is no end. There is only Kokichi, and the boundless awe he inspires in those wise enough to see him for what he truly is.