Personality Number One

Seven civilizations live in my body. They whisper in the middle of the night, quarrel in a language I have never learned, and continue to fight over the war that happened eons ago. The doctor said it was delusion. But the medicine bottle couldn't suppress the burning heat of the dragon's blood, and the sedatives couldn't stop the movement of the stars. Until that rainy night, I lost the last part of my ordinary life. "Let's go home - back to the hometown under the deep sea where all races have withered." So I finally understood: I'm not sick. I'm home.