4. Haunting Myself

I see how long it's been since I made any sort of update, and I'd like to apologize. I say I'd like to, but I didn't plan on it. I've spent years trying to get these monsters off of my back, and in the process I've learned much about them. Unfortunately they aren't the real monsters I should be worried about.

It is myself.

Last year, I was cornered by the monsters and experienced something you might call a spiritual epiphany. I was whisked away to another broken place, much like my own. And in this space I saw myself, going through various phases of life. It was as if my life was flashing before my eyes, I believed at the time I was dying. But it was something far more sinister.

I saw various versions of myself, and they all ended up dead. One of my visages wore a bloodied mask, gore pouring out of the eyes and the mouth sewn shut as it was engulfed in flames. Even after the burning and the rotting the corpse still carried itself to serve a dark lord.

Another visage was thrown into a land devoid of all life, forced to be chased by his own aforementioned shadows, lurking behind masks.

Another visage was tormented by the same black-headed being as I, and ultimately became a sole survivor much like I. He is gone forever.

And then I was forced to relive my own waking nightmare, the likes of which you are already familiar and need no further explanation.

That brings us to the here and now. I am being manipulated by my own likeness, something darker pulling the strings. Something I cannot explain, as I haven't found any way to combat this dreary staccato. They come closer, I can feel them rending my mind. I can feel her potent, on my skin like sunshine devoid of light. Th eheat without the image.

Please stay tuned for updates. I will not allow myself to be caged again.