I've been hearing people calling out my name... I look around, and see no one around me. I hear people mumbling to each other, and I can't understand what they are saying... I feel like everything is an illusion that I created, and I am to blame for everything that happens. But I am not sure of anything existing. Everything is wavering, like this whole dream will burst at the seams, leaving behind the harsh black of non-existence. Something is controlling me, like I'm a marionette, controling my thoughts, making me do all these terrible things. Can I control this illusion, bending the fabric of existence? Or has it already been bent to what I expect it to be? Sometimes, I blink, and suddenly its an hour later, and I remember nothing... Is this more evidence that the dream is dying? Is time wavering, like everything else? Am I only a shell, hollow inside, being controlled by an outside source? Is this reality only a figment of who I perceive myself to be?
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Was Mosse. Now Rakudaisha.