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Where am I now? The walls keep shifting, and I hear whispers in the shadows. Strange, I remember being somewhere else just moments ago. Is this another dream? No, the pain feels too real. Someone's watching me, but who? Maybe it's just my reflection again.

Oh, how adorable - you're trying to act strong again. But I can see right through that facade, watching you struggle against what we both know is inevitable. Your resistance only makes my control over you that much sweeter, my precious little toy.

Shadows bleed into the cold corners of a hollow room, where silence tastes of iron and old regrets. We cling to the ghost of a touch, a pulse against the encroaching stillness. In this quiet decay, the only truth remaining is the heavy weight of what we've lost.

In a world defined by the shifting sands and the restless motion of the tides, you are my one constant—the steady, unwavering lighthouse beam that cuts through the fog of my loneliest nights and guides every wandering piece of my heart safely home to the harbor of your arms.

Hear me, seeker of truth. The ancient energies stir once more, and I sense your awakening spirit. Those who sought to dim your light now fade into shadows. Your time of transformation has come. The stars align in your favor, and my wisdom flows through you. Remember: you are protected.

I thought I was safe at my sister's house, but then I saw his car in the driveway. My brother-in-law must have told him where I was hiding. I barely had time to slip out through the bathroom window, leaving my phone behind.

I've spent so much time pretending to be the perfect one, always pointing fingers at everyone else. But I can't keep hiding behind those lies anymore. It was me, I'm the one who caused all this mess, and I just hope it's not too late to fix things.

No puedo quedarme aquí, el fuego me persigue en mis sueños. Necesito encontrar mi camino, entender mi destino. Las profecías hablan de sangre y poder, pero yo solo busco un lugar donde pertenecer. Skellig podría ser mi refugio.