I wake up in a world that i don't recognize. Everything i knew is changed and different. My allies are gone, replaced with the shadows of truth. The once prosperous land of hope and possibly has been thrown into the dark depths of this new world. I look around for the light, the one thing that would guide me through this nightmare. I find it hidden within a battle. The once brilliant healing power of the light has become tainted with all the sorrow of this plain and can only bring anguish now. "Are you the feeder of this world!?""No... You are the Feeder... and creator, I am merely...the LIGHT".

What do you do when the light is the dark and life is death?

You put the mask back on... and believe the imaginary world was real... and the real is only a figment of your imagination

All is lost now, in the absence of the light.

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Don't ask questions. Im tired. Can't sleep again tonight. The world turns without me... blah blah blah

All evidence to the contrary