Beneath The Real

He awakend - yet all was veiled.



The lilt of birdsong, the hush of falling rain, the argent glow of a solemn moon - all gone.

Even the tender smile of his mother, once warm as spring's first breath, had faded into something strange, something forgotten.

The world around him... alien. Estranged. As though it had never known him at all.



But in the night prior, he dreamt.



And in that dream, a pathway unfurled - a treacherous descent into the depths of his own soul.

There, amidst echoes and phantoms, he was tested - mind, flesh, and memory - by trials carved of sorrow and sin.



But now he wonders



If he walks this path to its bitter end -

If he remembers who he was -

Will it mark the conclusion of his torment...

or merely the genesis of a far crueler truth?