I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

Something died inside of him that day. Watching that man slip away was more than his mind was willing to handle.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.