Tonight I’ll stand on my ledge and look over the city of which I have created, and wonder what has happened to my life. I look back on the past and think of a time I once knew. Think of a plan to make things better. I will stand looking around me, wondering if I am alone. I’ll release my hopes onto the world, trying to find the future. The night will only see my shame; it will dive into the lonely pond of isolation. And when you wake up all alone, you will look around you because you’re not alone. Let your hopes go and you’ll survive, because this is the future and you are alive. Dive into your twilight, and spread the multicolored past of tomorrow across your page. Watch out for Atreyu, he’s rabid and find’s human flesh to be a decadent among his kind. If you are to wake up in the dawn and find your back skin nibbled off, don’t be alarmed. Atreyu will give it back, in all due time that is. Just wake up from this dream you are having, life goes on and nothing will ever seem real. You will always keep waking up to arrive in a different part in your now short life. The things I say will not make sense, but that is not the point of this tale. It is only to show you that things will never be the same, and it will keep getting like that. Get used to a life without being alone, because no one is ever truly alone, for a long time.





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