© J-Lee
Prologue
I keep moving. Jumping.
Backwards.
Every couple of days.
I thought this life had no end. Did I already die? Is this what happens when we - our kind - die?
Always back to the same place.
Same time.
Same people.
Every time I think I'm free, I get pulled back again. Dragged back.
Back to the same place.
Same theatre.
Same stage.
Never changing audience. Always impressed.
Masses of people come to watch.
Only one pair of eyes I remember.
