mid 2261
I've been having these dreams I recall in fragments. At first, I was just in a murky cloud, screaming something indecipherable. I would stumble upon a mirror in the midst of the nothingness and just see a jigsaw puzzle caricature of my face, as if I was rearranged and stuck back together in a methodical manner of bad intent. My mirror face was still me, but it somehow wasn't, as if a composition of parts of my worst nature lurked just behind the surface, given form and aim, instead of aimless ambiguity.
Hell, I'm already starting to forget the dream.
There was a lot more. But I can't remember.
I TOLD YOU I CAN'T REMEMBER!
Hell, I'm already starting to forget the dream.
There was a lot more. But I can't remember.
I TOLD YOU I CAN'T REMEMBER!