Piercing Through My Heart

There have been occasions in which I thought of the possibility of life returning at how it was before Dad married you, but those delusional dreams have perished, mirroring the fate of those who have opposed you.

So terrible you are, that the rampant outcry of agony...has become an inamovible perpetual quietness. No one dares to go against your will and word, for you have given these citizens one of the most condemnable and horroful sensations: that there is no more hope.

The lifeful land that this place used to be, you have expired it in no time. Children used to play and laugh at the Estes Statue, but even that, has lost its value...to be cheerful or joyful is pointless. You have stripped all symbols of their meaning.

All the aspects of my life were, perfect, before he left. The delight of living, the pleasure of being capable of breathing fresh air. I had friends, I assisted to the capital's high school, and I had the most gorgeous of all girlfriends...

But you had to ruin it, hadn't you?

To see me being over the moon...enjoying, smiling, experiencing what you never could. Your little envious and twisted ego, and your atrocious mind, were boiling, cracking, mangling themselves, unable to withstand it,

The incommensurable pain I have been enduring all this time, and the way you just seem to not be satisfied, are absurd, horroful and disgusting.

You have taken everything from me, and now I am nothing more than the vessel of a bottomless loneliness...

You repugn me. I loathe you with each and every single milimeter of my flesh, from the tip of my toes to the top of my head.

You have doomed the very purpose of my existence...and I can't think of another way out...

The place in which you now have me imprisoned, has my blood all over it.

Your fearsome scowl brings chills to my spine, just like the whip's 'bangs' over my back.

My tears have drown the dried grass of this farm. And just as the grasshoppers when escaping from a predator, I have tried to even jump out of this lunatic's parade. But your degenerated smile displayed, each time I am captive again, makes it as clear as water that there is no point in any of this. I had to learn the hard way.

You never gave me enough food nor water, but since 2 months ago, I barely eat on the week so I am as thirsty and hungry as I can be. I resemble more that of a cadaver than a person. I am as slim as a skeleton. The luxurious potions that I receive every 5 days are the only thing that keep me alive, making me your most expensive rag doll.

The drops of water from the ceiling are, in the nights quiet, as loud as the 'cracks' of my skull when you slam it with the rusty hammer. How considerate of you, to overflow my nervous system with a zapping spell, forcing me to be conscious, just in time for me not to be murdered. And your pitch-black tunic cultists heal every injury...leaving me ready for more harvesting of screechs.

This torturing existence has been going on for far too long, and I am exhausted...to the point where my soul is beyond rehabilitation...

Maybe you are right..."Why did you have to be born?", that question resonates and makes an echo inside my head quite a lot since 5 months ago. Everyday.

Why would I want to be in a world like this? There is nothing else for me to live for. When you told that you have killed the last one of the people that ever cared for me, the last leaf in the tree of my soul fell down.

On this off the beaten track countryside farm, there are plenty of men who don't like you, for as many reasons as there are clouds in the sky, but no one dares to complain about it. Among the many soldiers who depise you just as much as I, there is one so full of hate, that convincing him to help me out, is as easy as it is to you to execute an old farmer, for wishing you to be emphatic with him for not being able to pay your exessive taxes, during a drought.

I have been talking to him for some weeks now...my sincere words and the mutual resentment being the catalyst of his rebellion. Even if it something so simple as making my freedom a possibility, this change has granted me the key to be free...free of this suffering.

My shackles have been lifted up, and I can finally get out of this prison of rotten projections...

Thank you, Henry, you may have been the one who vigilantly made sure I didn't attempt to unalive myself with the chains on my wrists...but, gambling getting all your family hanged because of me, still is something great. He gave me a rope...and wrapped it around me, for it to be easier to carry.

I am running...with the maximum speed that this half dead body allows me. I have entered a frondy and thick forest near the farm, and it is just what I need right now.

I am really deep into it, as I can now imagine the moment where this weight on my heart will be lifted...when I will be liberated of all burdens.

It has started to rain...and the cold drops have made last shade of warmth which my body processed, disappear.

I can hear them...some screams from afar. They are all coming for me. You must have ordered them to do so...Every second counts, I can't lose anymore time. I can't get caught...I can't be there again.

I have found an abandoned hut in the middle of the forest, the density of the trees around it will make it impossible for them to retrieve me. But I will need to get through some thick bushes in order to access to it. Hopefully, you will not found my rests.

I have managed to be alone in the middle of nowhere, for you, who said that I was "a fucking imbecile whore", this may be a surprise.

The door of this isolated hut is closing for the second and last time behind me. It is time to proceed. The wooden beam which is attached to the ceiling, goes across the tiny structure...looking strong and unmoving. It is just perfect.

As I have started to really slowly walk towards the rusty wooden chair in the middle of the room, my raspy voice is wishing to express my heart's feelings, with a not so fine singing...

"𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅.

𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚. 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚.

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅.

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅—𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓...

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒍. 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, —𝑰 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎— 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍.

𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 "𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 "...

𝑰𝒇 "𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍", 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆?

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖—𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆— 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉...

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.

𝑨 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒓... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒎.

𝑰'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚...𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕.—𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 — 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆...𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒆...

𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚—𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏—𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆..."

The pain of being unable to breath, is not as painful as being tormented every day, beacuse of an irrational hate. I am purging the unfair sentence that the bastardous judge of this universe has given me...

The nights shattering my mind out of pure spite while trembling, are soon to be forgotten. A past which won't ever come back. I am finally going to be free from this world.

If the gods above are fair, I will be reunited with those whom I have loved, or at least I will see them one last time...

I can feel the anxiety leaving my body, just like the worries and fears inside of my chest. The stinging sensation that have been driving me crazy for the last 2 years, will be relieved.

My vision is getting blurry, as the thin light of the rainy night, is fading away. My eyes are ceasing to function...or perhaps my brain is just stopping to be active...second by second...

Dark...yet...darker...

My consciousness has just woken up, and I am coming back to my senses. The thinking and the perception, resuming their activity. There is no more pain. I can't feel the numbness of my muscles nor the never-ending crickling of that vessel of affliction. In fact, I don't even have a body anymore...

I watch my arms and legs, my torso, all of them are like a contained liquid, on the shape of a person...but, colorful, radiating with all the shades of a rainbow.

"It's gone..." I say, perplex about the fact that I am now, just myself, with no extra pressures.

Everything is dark, and there is nothing at sight, but, weirdly, that brings me an immense amount of comfort. I can finally take it easy.

"Wait...I am not in there anymore! I-I...am...free?" I ask myself, starting to fully realize that to be, in wherever I am now, means that I have achieved my so yearned, and needed, freedom.

"I AM FINALLY FREE!" I shout, after what feels like tears are sliding down my face, and the most vivid and sincere of all smiles, makes its presence. The relief, the enlightenment, the sensation that I can once and for all, be at ease. The one impossible dream I had, has came true.

"WAIT! Th-Then this must be-" I am saying, but what transpires before me, leaving me me speechles. I have done something that resembles a gasp, while being entranced by the sight.

"Woooah." I am admiring my surroundings in disbelief as I say this.

A purple light has illuminated everything repently, starting somewhere, or everywhere at once, it erased the darkness in a almost instantaneous motion. Now I can see an incomprehensible amount of beautiful visual stimulus, for the light revealed, or created, the most fantastical and picturesque place, I have ever been in.

If I could breath, these views would be breathtaking. They are everywhere. Each and every single one direction, each milimeter, until the last piece of space, is rendered to what I think is perfection. It appears that there is no limit nor end to this stunning and vibrant ocean of magnificence and imagination.

I can see infinite fields of grass and wonder, with the most absolutely marvelous lilies.

The variety of animals is limitless, for all species I know and and, many that I don't, are living and coexisting.

Villages and towns build with chocolate, with architecture of no epoch that I recognize. There are people made of paper, whose voices are as sound and steady as mine.

Gargantuan monuments made of emeralds, with the most unbelievable height. I can't even see the top of them.

Constellations of all forms and alienations, tantalizing me with a the pleasure not knwon before. My liking for astrology, blooming like a rose on Spring.

There are planets orbiting a piece of ice, making a beautiful spiral of worlds. Some of them are made of rocks and others of glass.

There are creatures of unusual anatomies, such as a bird with three pairs of wings and four legs, or a awesomely big reptile, with a pair of wings and 4 legs, which spits fire as red as a ruby.

On one planet, there is a desert of snow, where entities are piled one over another, making a tower of living, which, strangely, is quite amusing.

Alongside a giant wall of tangled tables, over a cloud made of turf, there is a choir of tulips singing a lovable melody, making the perfect background music to the perfect show, a flawless combination.

I am floating, traveling over this space, fluctuating between the euphoria and relaxation while searching and collecting these feelings, which have hijacked my rationality.

This timeless footage is now craved deep inside of me: My paradise of sensations is a warm hug, a home, and a mirror of all which I have ever wanted and even more.

This is a place where there are no problems nor imprisonment. There is no need to suffer from hunger, nor to be desparate for water.

I have infinite companions which to talk to, animals to observe, and places to go to, and I am not alone nor contained. Some of the individuals are made of cacti and others of magical runes, but they won't leave, they tell me that they will be always in here whenever I need them...

In here, there are no beatings, nor punctures...and there also are no false hopes that will never come true...because in here, to be, is to enjoy.

I have been comparing my newest look to previous ones, and I have discovered that there isn't a single instance of place or concept, equal to another. Even if they seem to be exactly the same in shape, they still have a characteristic which differentiates them, like the giant statues of farmer apples. One of them has a hole on its hat, which is not that big but, it still makes it unique.

They can also be really similar in colors, but they fail to be the same beacuse of a small change in any part. An example of this would be the two living paintings of queens, in that case, both of them have beautiful purple dresses, but one of them has a white heart in the chest.

One composition of cosmos can be really indistinguishable from its neighbor. An example of this is what I call "The Almost-Twins Mini Solar Systems", in which the two of them would be almost identical, if it wasn't because one of them has a small planet with sheeps that live in it.

There are even things which are the exact opposite in material from which they are made, like the freezing moon of ice, and the scorching moon of magma.

I am still shocked by the way all of the things inside of this place, are so amusing.

I can't close my sight. Resting from this abundance of ideas, and manifestation of the dream-like heaven, seems like an imposible task.

I am in peace, gaining little by little a child-like amusement for discovering what is around oneself.

If I had a mouth, I would be with a smile so wide, that I would make my cheeks become numb. I am now remembering and the most impressive and exciting moments in this back and forth of happiness. All of the things that have left me bamboozled, are indeed, pure visual masterpieces, just like the clouds of stardust, the mini bands of roses, or the army of butterflies.

I can project myself into the great human made of wood, who was just relaxing in a bed made of stone, and saluted me when I got past him. Such a nice guy.

The time I have spent here, is now countless. I don't know, and I don't care. It is now pointless to count or recall it, for it has lost its value. I could have been here for days now, and that wouldn't matter to me, let it be an eternity.

This cumulus of whimsical and lovable conceptions are making for what I have lived on those 2 years. Each second here is a punishment being compensated.

I can't imagine me, anywhere but in here, because of the free will and the mesmerizing joyride. It is indescriptible, unbelievable, and, for the first time since I was still with my loved ones, I feel happy again.

Is it only me? Am I the only soul in here? There doesn't seem like any other is present in my heaven, perhaps the souls are not meant to be together in the eternal rest. That makes me feel a little sad, it is such a pity that I will not see mom again...

All of a sudden, a giant dark blue eye has appeared out of nowhere. It is staring at me, making me feel like someone was lurking deep inside of my soul. Shortly after, some weird blue and yellow symbols have also made their apparition. Thin lime green light lines are coming out of them, and have started to circle themselves around me. The symbols remain stationary, each one emitting a bright light of their respective color.

I have felt it. Something changed on the lines and the symbols...I hope I am just being paranoid.

I was not paranoid. They weren't the same. The eye's iris has changed of color, it is grey now. All of the lines, have straightened, and closed the distance between them and me in a second. They have pierced my being like spears made of light. Even though I don't have a body, In the blink of an eye, everything has become a brutal and overwhelming agony. Almost simultaneously, an unexplainable sensation has manifested, and it is a fearsome one. I can feel a mysterious force, pulling me backwards to a unknown where nor how.

My head is erupting. The inmense headache I am experiencing is devastating. I feel like my mind and consciousness are going to explode.

"AAAAGH!" I scream, suffering from the sensation of being pulled while remaining completely still.

I think I know now what the lines were doing to me. The whole me is feeling like something is coming from deep inside to the exterior of my existence. Something is being subtracted from me.

I can see it. It is a colorful self, a being that has the same face as me. She is coming out of me, with a face that is resembling the pain I feel, with her head now separated from mine.

I screaming incapable of doinganything else. I am giving it my all to try and stop this nightmare-like situation for continuing. As the pain increases, I am separating more from her.

The lines are separating me from myself. The me who thinks, and the me who feels, both of ourselves, being extirpated of one another.

I can sense it. My feelings and emotions, being pulled onwards, from my soul and consciousness. The colors of the liquid adjacent in the vessel of my existence, are getting away, she is getting away.

I am in pure dismay, for my memories have started to leave me. The joyful and the sad days, the people I am fond of and those whom I hate, the places where I once stayed and laughed at, and even what I've experienced in here, are being forcibly removed while all I can do is to forget and to suffer. Her torso is now out of me, just like her arms and elbows, which are covered by the lines, taking her away.

The more we separate, the less of me I can recall and feel. There is no longer nor anguish nor fear for this situation. She is a half of me, and without her, my soul would be broken.

I would be empty, a carcass of thoughts and perception, unable to fully experience anything, for I would be emotionless; an incomplete self. And with my memories abandoning me this fast, it is uncertain what will happen if we do separate completely.

Now we are only connected through our hands.

I am being moved. I am watching with confusion the place in which I am in, looking everywhere, attempting to recognize what is this weird place.

A bunch green light lines are transversal of me, connectig me to some symbols. A big eye is looking at me from some distance.

There are quite the colorful structures and animals everywhere, and yet, they fail to amuse me.

I have been trying to understand why I am apathetic about all of this, and the stabbing lime spears on my body. I have searched profusely and with all the intention to at least have a glimpse of emotion, but those reactions are never to be found.

The judge of the universe has sentenced me to be drived by an unknown what to an unknown where, emotionless and pale about what is around me in this existence.

I have just found myself with an unexplainable sensation. There is another girl in this place, whom I believe I've seen before. But I don't remember from where. It may be a deja vu.

She is just floating, apparently feeling unwell. She is turning her head at one direction and then to the next. It appears that she is feeling quite a lot, and it doesn't seem like she is enjoying the event.

I've been trying to reach out for her, but the more I try, the more useless my efforts seem.

I believe that if she keeps being on her own, she just will end up beeing tormented by this overflow of sentimentalism. We are close, but not close enough to reach each other.

The further we separate, the more anxious my mind becomes, because of how unnerving this footage is: a girl sobbing and trembling, while she is hugging herself. She looks overwhelmed, seeking consolation in her own arms, but it doesn't look like she is getting any progress. Truly, a stressful scene.

I can't close my sight. No matter how much I think about it, it doesn't make any sense to leave someone alone in that state. But now, we are too far away for me to help in any way. For her, those endless feelings and emotions, are hell.

The pulling's strength has greatly increased. The green lines are now so bright they almost blind me. The eye staring at me is the only thing I can distinguish, and it makes me absurdly anxious.

The faster I go, the darker and plainer everything around me becomes, and my perception of the environment becomes useless. The colors and forms present where the girl is, are no more. The music produced by the finest unhuman musicians, is now muted. The illumination of a infinite room of creativity and fantasy, is being extinguished to oblivion.

In the distance, a gigantic yellow crack has just opened in the middle of the darkness. I am soon to reach it, and I can't care about what will happen then. I have surrendered to this whole situation.

As I am entering this window to another place...I perceive this white tunnel which continues to an uncertain where nor what. The end of the rounded conector is near, and I can see something even more absurd. There is a man smirking creeply as a lot of circles with weird symbols inside of them are around him. Coincidentally, he is missing his left eye, which due to the logic of all that has occurred, I will asume that the giant eye watching me is his. He is saying something that I can't hear well...as I am more and more close to the end of this path. As I reach the other side, and grasp it with my hand...my consciousness is...starting to faint...