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Eru is a man with a quiet exterior, but inside him rages a storm that never settles. Suffering from psychological instability, he finds himself trapped in an invisible loop created by his own spiraling thoughts. Overthinking isn’t just a habit — it’s his prison, where every memory, every idea is torn apart and replayed endlessly. He tries to regain control, tells himself over and over again to break free… but the more he struggles, the deeper he sinks. Only when he finally realizes that he has rotted from the inside, shattered beyond repair, does he see the truth — and by then, it’s too late. No one is coming to save him, and perhaps… Eru no longer has enough faith left to save himself. And now, he believes he is nothing more than a fragmented memory, barely existing in this world…then he created Erutopia for storaging his last memories!
My mind is a maze I built… and got lost in. I don’t live my life—I relive it, over and over again, until it breaks me.
— Eru Shirafuji, an introvert living with depression and overthinking
Short Information: Eru regconized that he was depressed in 2021, the year the light dimmed inside him. That was when depression crept in, not like a storm, sudden and loud but like a slow rot. Quiet. Patient. Unforgiving. At age 20, Eru felt something in him collapse. Not a dramatic breakdown, not some tearful climax and just… emptiness. He stopped feeling hunger. He stopped laughing. He stopped imagining the future. And in that numbness, a part of him died.
Not the part that walks or talks but the part that hopes. Since then, he’s been wandering through life like a shadow of who he might have been, watching the world move on while he stays stuck in a frozen version of himself. He doesn’t talk about 2021. Not because he’s forgotten it but because he never truly left it.
“I died at 20, the rest is just a memory that forgot how to fade.”
Eru là một người đàn ông mang vẻ ngoài trầm lặng nhưng bên trong lại là một cơn bão không thể dập tắt. Mắc chứng bất ổn tâm lý, hắn bị mắc kẹt trong một vòng lặp vô hình do chính những suy nghĩ miên man tạo ra. Overthinking không chỉ là thói quen — nó là ngục tù của hắn, nơi mọi ý nghĩ, mọi hồi ức đều bị xé toạc rồi lặp lại đến kiệt cùng. Dù đã cố gắng kiểm soát, dù đã tự nhủ hàng trăm lần phải thoát ra… nhưng càng vùng vẫy, hắn lại càng chìm sâu. Chỉ đến khi hắn nhận ra bản thân đã mục nát từ bên trong, tan vỡ từng mảnh không thể hàn gắn, thì mọi chuyện đã quá muộn. Không ai đến cứu, và có lẽ… Eru cũng chẳng còn đủ niềm tin để tự cứu chính mình. Và bây giờ hắn nghĩ rằng bản thân chỉ còn là một mảnh ký ức vỡ vụn, đang tồn tại trên thế giới này…!
Story of Eru
Eru was not always like this.
He once had dreams—simple ones. A quiet life, a warm home, laughter that didn’t echo in empty rooms. But somewhere along the way, the noise inside his head grew louder than the world outside. It started with doubt, then fear, and soon became a constant storm of thoughts he couldn’t silence.
He overanalyzed every word, every glance, every memory. Conversations replayed like broken records. Regrets bled into sleepless nights. People saw him as distant, but the truth was: he was trapped— not in a room, but in a mind that wouldn’t stop moving.
He sought help. He tried writing, meditation, even silence. Nothing worked. The more he tried to control it, the more it consumed him. Days blurred into nights. Time lost meaning. He could no longer tell if he was remembering life… or simply imagining it.
Then one morning, Eru looked into the mirror and didn’t recognize the man staring back. He wasn’t Eru anymore. Not really. Just a shell. A broken rhythm. A shattered echo of who he used to be. He constanly ask himself “Where is my memory?”
Now, he walks through the world like a ghost, a fragmented memory trying to survive in a place that feels less and less real. People pass him by. No one knows. No one sees. And maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.
Because in the end, Eru wasn’t hurt by anything…he was destroyed by his own thoughts.
Story of Eru: Pieces of Memory
The origin — The Beginning of Endless Suffering
It began with a thought. Just one. A whisper buried in the static of his mind, soft enough to ignore, yet sharp enough to leave a scar. Why are you like this? Eru lay still on his bed, unmoving, his eyes open but unfocused. The ceiling hovered above him like a weight, closer than it used to be. The curtains had not been drawn in days, and the light had long since vanished from the room. Maybe the sun still rose. Maybe it didn’t. He didn’t know anymore.
He didn’t sleep. Not because his body wasn’t exhausted, but because every time he closed his eyes, the silence would shatter. Thoughts screamed at him in a language made of regrets. At first, he called it overthinking. He told himself it was common, that everyone gets stuck in loops now and then. But his weren’t loops. They were traps. Thoughts spun like blades, slicing through every memory, every spoken word, every decision he could no longer change. They spun tighter and faster, until even breathing felt like a question without an answer.
Chapter 1: The Origin — The Beginning of Endless Suffering
The Final – WALL·E
Eru doesn’t believe in love and he can’t love — at least, not the way others do. To him, love is an illusion dressed in warm colors, a beautiful lie people tell themselves to escape their own emptiness.
He is asexual, not out of choice but out of detachment. The idea of intimacy feels foreign, like a language he never learned to speak. While others crave connection, he watches from afar, emotionless. He doesn’t seek bodies, nor hearts — he is only drawn to beauty. But not the kind you touch.
Because he falls for moments, not people — the way light hits glass, the symmetry of a painting, the elegance of silence. He admires from a distance, never letting it come too close, afraid that even beauty, once held too long, will decay like everything else. In his world, love is not something you feel. It’s something made him observed.