and when you follow the voice, does the light that shines through look like divinity? You’re not where you think you are. The veil that shielded you from your deepest memories here is void, do you know who you are when you’re not hiding from your past?

You’re so quick to look for the way home, when will you realize this is where you belong. In the face of this vile world, a new you was born. In the darkness your face takes a new shape. What makes you so different from the monsters you’re fighting?

I lost feeling in my feet, how long have I been walking across this field? The moist grass, dew turns into mildew, I’m stuck in an endless loop. I don’t know what brought me here, but this place is a puzzle I can’t possibly solve. The feeling of being followed has worn me down, and hours have melted together. I won’t write about this day in my diary, I’m afraid it might come true.