I wake up in my room looking out the window, a reflect of me is in it. Faceless, looking all the way down, there it is, the Spectre I follow in my dreams and yet again it leads you to me. The seed is planted long ago inside my head. Maybe I have gone crazy but this was my reality.
I see you down, fallen, needing help, but it’s me stuck in a vision, I can’t move as if it’s like the first time I saw you… I want to approach you, break down all walls fly down into shattering glasses cutting out this parasite take out its seed and…I just couldn’t do it. I could not die or live, couldn’t stop following you to your end and there I was in the beginning. You were right that always, the end is the start to a new story…