Who We AreWho am I?
Keep SmilingIt's the best way to secure your safety
Just MaybeA month of mental whisperings
Build UpMan's protective motto
DystopiaThe doctor slammed the door behind him. They were angry. Angry and chasing after him. Every child and mother and father he had planned on euthanizing for the betterment of mankind broke free of the execution chambers and were destroying the dome. He stared out his office window and watched his life dream turn into horror. He was inside the main building on the north-most side of the glass dome surrounding the city of perfection. He could hear his doom approaching as the sound of shuffling feet marched closer to his office door. Puffy, swollen fists banged against the steel door and the screech of teeth against metal walls filled the atmosphere. Outside the glass dome was beginning to form cracks as the escaped ones raged on outside. Soon these monsters would be swarming the streets of New York, seeking help. But there was no hope for them. Their medicine would make sure of that. An orchestra of screams rang through the city up to the office room, screams from the ones down below being
Reality Island I was walking along the rocky shore of this foul island. The waves smell of my dreams. The waves scatter them around my feet and then take them away, constantly tormenting me. Even the winds, my last comfort, have been warded off. They refuse to give me reassurance anymore. I look up at the sky and stare. A blackened tear rolls down the side of my cheek. I wipe it before the demons hidden in the leaves come to tease me. "I hate this place," I said aloud to myself, "I just want it all to disappear!" I run off into the forest as I could hear the demons catching up to me. I look up to see cranes flying up overhead. I hear the beat of the wings and my memories sweep me up into their domain.
Psychologist and a Murderer"Hello Mr. Yale, how are you?"
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