The boy in the infirmary was sitting on a chair, and the pale light shone directly into his eyes. He pursed his lips and raised his hands to cover the light: "Who is it?" Soon the doctor's voice came to his ears: "Do you understand your physical condition?" "Of course, I am sick here!" He pointed at his head and gestured to shoot. "Why didn't you go to the hospital when you got sick?" "About these, I said I know more than you, do you believe it?" "Nonsense——" "I know, but I've been through hell once. What else do I have to be afraid of?" "... You know, this is a disease, and you must receive treatment!" "But, I created him." "Have you ever tried to talk to 'him' before?" "No - no." He half-squinted his eyes, and the familiar pain began to sweep through his whole brain again. He covered his head and shouted: "Ah! Shut up, shut up!" "What did he say now?" The severe pain made him almost dizzy. He said with difficulty: "He said that dwelling on the past is a weak behavior. It was you... Who wanted me to appear."
Concept: the collision of light and shadow