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What threatens the world of Fantasien within the reality of Die unendliche Geschichte is a formless void named „Nichts,“ that encroaches the kingdom and engulf the inhabitants. The cause of this “non-presence” is people’s waning creative imagination. For a resident in this world, entering the void implies that it will become a product of delusion, manipulation and lies, lacking any genuine creativity. Bastian’s realization that he should no longer be dismissive of the connection between the fantastic and the real triggers his creative effort to restore Fantasien. Bastian uses his gift of storytelling to create the kingdom anew and is hailed as a saviour; however, consumed by his new identity of a saviour and an unfettered creator with the ultimate power within Fantasien, Bastian becomes a tyrant who exert a ruthless unity upon the kingdom and isolate himself from all surroundings once more. For every power he exerts, he loses his memories, thus reading a state of complete amnesia. As a realm that utterly depends on ingenuity, having Bastian within the world only creates a circular reuse and reshuffling of the ideas. “Nichts” will happen again if the circle is not broken. In contrast to most cases of Romantic heroes who undergo a self-contemplating journey across the mystical landscape, Bastian was given the chance to go inward within Fantasien; however, Bastian must emerge out of the world to complete his journey. Only then he is capable of being a storyteller who brings out…

Wild that shows Buck’s mortality is,“This was the first time Buck had fail . . . Buck refused to move under the rain of heavier blows . . . Like his mates, he was barely able to get up . . . the spark of the life flickered and went down. It was nearly out” (Jack London 111-112). The quote gives the true idea of how mortal Buck is. He is not invincible and was an inch from death before John Thornton rescued him. But the quote illustrates that Buck’s strength is not infinite. Something else that…

opinion and it’s one of the reasons I don’t get along with my mother. The mother who I onced loved with all my heart. The mother who read Frogger and the Hungry Catepillar to me. The mother who would let me sleep in her bed with her at night. I realized that I was living a shitty life and the people around me didn’t know because I was embarrassed and kept it all to myself. I think that’s why I never had best friends when I was younger because I didn’t want them to see my house or my culture. I…