Just moments before my slow, asphyxiating death, my salvation from this terrible prison, something happened. I have no idea what, but I suspect those diabolical voices in my head have some sort of corporeal form, able to manipulate a person's mind in more ways than simple voices. how smart you are
I remember almost nothing from my former life, before my entrapment here. I feel like I've said that before, yet I cannot remember what I've said recently. The only thing I do remember is that there's this sunset character, the slayer of the last familiar element of this undying realm.
Fuck it, maybe if I seek out this new shade, I will find some sort of closure to this twisted, demonic story that has become my life.
this story will never end
