Writings of Humanity's Fallings

I am a viewer, I watch and wait. There is something there, wishing. Wanting.

Horror so silent it is only a whisper. Maybe the horror is you, maybe it is a phantom reaching for the heart beating within thin walls. Ghosts follow me every day, and I am never not watched.

I am a viewer, with much to share. With much to tell.

Do note that nothing is what it seems...

[This book is getting revamped on impulse and basically follows a semi-unreliable narrator and can involve psychoanalysis-like chapters.]