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Lights, golden lights. They float down in front of my face, like snow all around. They are everywhere like rain, the rain of a different place. Only when I remove the barrier I can see them, and they've followed me everywhere, following the events of my life. They won't leave me alone, and I can't ease the pain that makes me dizzy.
They are just as bad as the voices, the ones that echo inside my hollow head. Those people of the faded past whisper their words to me, thread them into my dreams like a tapestry, making a red thread stain the carefully knit design. In simplicity, turning my dreams into nightmares; A self induced insomnia, with a ringing in my ears.
Back then, I knew deep down that I was the only one, the only person who stood isolated in a black cage who saw and heard such things. Back then, I thought, 'Ah, they must think I'm insane'. Look inside the mirror and my eyes reflect that deep black-purple of a dark place; the Abyss.
When they came for me, I did not st