Mist swirls around me, and the lake's dark green waters begin to weep.
Sorrow climbs up my spine.
I follow the road upward, and the view opens before me.
Millions of stars rise from the ground and hang in space.
Rivers flow backward, and the sun and moon turn upside down.
Truth speaks to me:
Time is an illusion. Life and death are a fantasy.
Only now do I understand it all.
I raise her Bergmann-Mauser pistol,
and return to reality amid the sound of a thunderous crash.
Draft saved on April 2, 2024
Theme: Don't trust her.
