Harvest of Seclusion
ch. [7/10] – I'm tired. I don't know what is happening to me. It's like I'm distancing myself from my body, but at the same time I feel my skin wrapping around me like I've never felt before. ("Sharing" belongs to individualism). The peace of the countryside used to do me good, but this place is nothing like what it used to be. A dimensional chaos. A prison. (Are we crazy?) The more I look, (the more we become). I'm getting closer, I can hear the whispers of the echoes.