Memory Fragments: Probity

Sanatio Ventus

[...] "And though I am without a shadow of my own, I mimic your lovesickness"
"To be truly alone is to have no shadow. To not have a mirror to see your true self"
"I shall be your mirror. I shall be your love. I am your shadow unattached and formless"
"Be these our new home, where the healing wind blows. Breathe new life into yourself"

[...] The asylums have this peculiar effect on people, regardless of the fortitude they have
In here, the doctor plans to develop the final stages of consciousness and sensation
By acting as a proxy, she will extrapolate her owns into them by leaving them in halve
In this state, patients are neither themselves nor someone else. Perfect for vital information

As far as I have been updated, these protocols seem to be effective immediately upon trigger
These triggers are, in no particular order, neurodivision, reflective thoughts, and mental bridges
With these, we can achieve a sense of duplicity within one's mind without the effect of linger
[...] In order to minimize prolonged exposure, the doctor will make the necessary abridges

The five patients should be enough to keep everything controlled and in tandem with her
The constant flow of the wind in here makes it difficult to maintain whispers to a minimum
But, the doctor should keep everything in check and ready for the conscientia transfer
[...] Maybe I should reserve one for myself later. I feel oddly at peace in this asylum

"My breath shall be the meaning behind your words. The trembling of your vocal chords"
"I am your seeking lost to the waves, yet I am also the finding of what your heart braves"
"I am nothing without you, yet you are the one who dares walk towards"
"To the heart, we are slaves. Find me. Find you, find them. Your research, everyone saves"

"Yet the man is here too. Blocking you from reaching me, and keeping you sane"
"Every man has himself as the ultimate obstacle. But you want to circumvent it"
"But will you discover yourself, or me? What is the purpose of your research's gain?"
"What bridge will you cross? What lies at the end of these sunken bridges' split?"

"Will you go back to your family and me? Or will you trust the man before you?"
"Many question without expecting answer, yet you search answers where there is no question"
"So, you create the question to give validity to your research. There's nothing for you to view"
"To be above is to have a below. I am in the middle, and so are you. Let go of this expression"

"Stand still on the split of your self. Walk not to either side and remain truthful and whole"
"I am the you who means. I am the awareness of thought. The consciousness of action"
"Be a prisoner no more of your own creation. Be free from this prison you no longer control"
"Let your research fade away and, with it, let the wind heal you past this mental abstraction"

"Go outside and into the sea. Fresh air and a walk by the shore is what your soul needs"
"I shall wait you there. With open arms and a heart most vulnerable to the physical touch"
"I am you, and you are me. He and they, all is you; this is where the bridge leads"
"Be true to yourself for once, and reach for the thing that you want so much"

[...] All of this. All of what this has provoked and achieved is my life's work
And so, I have to work on my life until the end. That is the meaning I choose for myself
"And though my shadow is back, my darkness shall follow me wherever it may lurk"
...Thank you, Dr. ריאה. I needed this. Now I can focus, and give direction to this self

[...] What is the self, really. The more I think about it, the more I seem to dwell on it
Perhaps these questions are bound to no answers. But their meaning still exists
No bridge bounds me to an end. And so, all I can do is jump into the sea's pit
Where wind blows no more. Yet the heal of breathing still persists

I am alive and conscious. Aware of life and its meaning. I am me, the self within
I speak not so I can be heard but understood. I see not to recognize but to understand
I touch, both mental and physical. I reach out for the shapeless hand of my own twin
[...] My shadow mimics my heart, and so we walk together, hand-in-hand

There shall be no more cryptic language between us. Underwater, a new plane
[...] A shadow in a third dimension. No longer the hostage of a flat existence
Life cannot be without water. The wind, my oxygen provider, thus my bane
My shadow does not breathe. It only mimics it. Feigning pity from a distance

[...] The man stands above me now. Looking down on me from the bridges' split
He reaches out to me with his hand. I take it, and get lifted up again into a fork road
"I will drown not in water but in your sea of thoughts. Go back inside and do not quit"
"I am your shadow, yet not a mirror. I am the true reflection of what you borrowed"

[...] The doctor says it is a state of flow. An achievement of the experiment's ways
All other patients seem to be undergoing the same as I. Yet they do not falter
Results are soon to be proven useful in regards this experiment's phase
I can now translate the howling of the wind. It lifts and heals without halter

[...] And yet, I remain unfamiliar to the ways of water. All patients shall submerge
Though I now know me, I am a mystery to the world beyond
This thirst for knowledge. This sickening urge. To adopt the way of water, is to merge
All will know it. I am their wind. The mirror shows shadows too. I shall separate their bond

No more doctoring. No more hiding or concealing the evidence that let us here
I am free, and so are you. Nothing binds us anymore. When they resurface, I will too
This maddening effect no longer lingers. The moon can be seen in the water crystal clear
I see the five pillars. I see the depths of my psyche. With them, I will no longer support you