You’re in the middle of the forest, dark woods, accompanied by a friend. You come across the abandonment. You are alone again.
It’s cold and it’s raining and you’ve been left behind.
You ask of how it used to be. They laugh. They don’t remember.
It has fallen, it is alive, it is both. You do not know what to believe.
You find your rebirth from the demise of others.
Laughing, talking. How long has it been? It’s timeless. But how long have you been talking, wait, no-
“Everything can be rebuilt again,” you repeat over and over and over to yourself.
Is this a dream? Is it a mad, twisted, vain hallucination? Is it real? Please…
Your home is gone. It is no more.
Bright flashing lights catch your eye. Where did they come from? You did not build this.
Who has been here in your absence?
You laugh, but it seems hollow. You’re unsure of yourself. Something is missing.
All you can do is apologize, again and again and again…
You want to make them cough up blood. They have done nothing. Throw them away. Make them suffer.
It has been a month since you started. It will end now.