I stare into the mirror, but the face staring back is not my own. Who is this stranger with lifeless eyes?
“What do you want?” I yell at the reflection, enraged. “What is the point of all this?”
I rub my temples. I can barely breathe, I feel like I am losing my mind. What am I doing? What have I done?
The veil between dream and dread thins, and the brink of madness beckons closer still.
“Beneath the skin, beyond the bone, the fear of the soul leaves its mark on the stone.”
Have I awoken? The world appears as it always has, yet my memory holds something more.
How long have I been here?