I woke up. No, I collided with reality at full speed.
I didn't understand where I was. A hurricane howled in my head. Thousands of voices were tearing my mind into shreds, screaming over one another.
Where are we? Who are we?How are they doing without us? What beca of them?The aning of life? There is no aning! There is aning!To live or not to live? What is this all for? Why?!
"SHUT UP!" I roared, digging my fingers into my head.
I squeezed my eyes shut so hard that bloody spots drifted before my vision. I squeezed my skull, hoping to simply crush these voices, to force them to fall silent forever.
I snapped my eyes open. The cave was gone.
I was suspended in absolute, impenetrable darkness. No fras, no walls, no floor, no end. And I began to fall.
A horrific, hollow feeling in my stomach. A freefall into nowhere.
What?.. was all I had ti to think.
BAM.
The impact against hard stone knocked the wind out of . I realized I was lying on the floor of the cave. Reality returned with a jolt, bringing with it new flashes of images.
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I saw Mira. And in that sa second, fras flickered in my brain: here she is pulverizing soone into dust. Here she is piercing my chest with a sword, nearly killing . And here—she is hugging
as the world around us collapses, and I feel unbearably, truly sick.
"It gets worse every ti," Mira’s voice sounded. It was calm, but there was steel in it. "The hallucinations are becoming more vivid. The voices won't stop. You no longer understand where you are or what century it is."
I curled up on the floor, feeling another wave of soone else’s mory wash over .
"Mira... please..." I wheezed. "Rid
of this. I beg you. Stop it!"
"Don't worry," she stepped closer. "I’ve already started rewriting your Book. I’m tidying it up. But for now... for now, you’ll have to endure. I’m sorry I couldn’t be by your side all this ti."
"THAT BOOK!" I broke into a scream. "It’s horrific! It’s killing ! Destroy it! Burn it!"
Mira gave a sad chuckle, crouching down beside .
"And yet, when you created it, you were so proud of yourself. You called yourself a genius. You swore that this Book would be your greatest salvation, your personal immortality."
She sighed, looking at the heavy volu.
"And now it brings you more pain than benefit. Your 'gift' turned out to be your most terrifying cage."
Her palm rested gently on the crown of my head. Her warm fingers began to slowly, thodically run through my hair.
Click.
The voices began to subside, drifting away, turning into an indistinct hum at the back of my mind. The darkness in my eyes beca cozy rather than frightening.
"Sleep, Zen..." she whispered.
And I began to fall asleep. In the final mont, I thought about that "Greg" who once spent his ti with a smile on his face.
He was probably the happiest idiot in the entire history of this cursed world.
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