If it's all based on a dream... yet parts are real... how must the dreamer decipher what is reality and what is not? I knew beyond a doubt I'd been right all along. Then I knew beyond a doubt I'd been wrong. Where is the truth? What will shed light on this ongoing nightmare?
I thought I had escaped.
The shadows have returned. The sunlight is fading once again. A monster rises to attack and devour, leaving behind a path of torturous pitfalls for the weary traveler who does not watch his step. I once stared down into the abyss, wishing for freedom from the chains with which life had bound me. I believed that nightmare had been my doing - my fault.
I now stare down into the abyss once more, again wishing for freedom. But this time it's a freedom of this ongoing war. This ongoing obsession. My mind cannot release the past and let the dead remain buried. My heart cannot see through the fog to the other side where surely there is peace.
Perhaps the nightmare that blamed me for the tragedy was only an imaginative way to explain the unexplainable. Perhaps I had been right all along. And my attempt to escape is left even more worthless, making this voyager all the more pitiful.
