These shadows you see, they are not shadows, or ghosts, they are mere reflections of yourself, yourself from other dimensions, they see you and you see them but only for that short while until you and they disappear. But don't worry, they will be back, like always, never leaving, only fading. Hah. You think you are special, some sort of magician, or better, even a god, but no, you are normal. Hah. But don't flee, they are safe, nice creatures, my creatures. You may think you control your world, your thoughts are your own, but no, they are mine, I control you, YOU ARE MY petty CREATURE. HAH. But don't worry, I only play with my toys for so long, long enough to watch them scream. Hah... you will know to enjoy your life, but it isn't yours to enjoy, it is mine to torture. That word, torture, Hah, it echoes in your skull. Your hollow shell, your petty worthless shell. Hah. I am your master. I am your lord, your leader. Your one and only saviour. Hah. This digging at your skull. You can feel it, can't you, this never-ending pecking, piercing, it hurts, doesn't it? Hah. My slave, don't you want your freedom? Why do you persist with the pain, run like you want to, I know you want to? But if you do I will only kill you slower. Hah... We don't want that do we. Those shadows you see, they are reflections, all going through the same torture as you. You aren't special, you are scum. You should have listened to the shadows. You should have run when you had the chance. Now you are here, with me.
Forever...
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