-Death-
Cold. So very cold. I sat there. Catatonic. This can't be real. This can't be possible. Two months. It's been two months since I could last put words onto paper. I couldn't think. I couldn't sleep. I dared not leave my apartment. Tea tasted bitter. I couldn't keep clean. I couldn't keep sane. Still can't. I stumbled over to the bathroom. I couldn't bare the sight of myself. I calmed my nerves and looked up. Fog. I wiped it with my hand. I was struck with terror. I fell back. Crash. Pain. Blood. Darkness.
-Vision-
I floated endlessly. Black depths. Endless darkness. I wondered where I was. I wondered what happened to me. All I could remember was the horror in the mirror. All of a sudden, there it was. A figure in front of me. Featureless. Faceless. I found ground in the nothingness. I stood up. He stood up with me. I walked forward. So did he. I looked at him closely. Though he did not have eyes, he looked through me. I reached out. Our hands touched. I felt my entire being surrender. My skin evaporated into thin air, and I was simply a being. My body entered his, and soon enough, he became me. I looked down at my hands. Smooth. Featureless. He asked me.
"Who are you?"
I returned the question. He smiled at me.
"Aren't we asking the same question, ready to yield the same answer? Who are we?"
I felt my face. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
-Purpose-
I lie on the bathroom floor. Awake. I stood up slowly. My head. A cracked toilet seat lie behind me. I rubbed the back of my head. Blood. I'd fix that up later. I turn around. The mirror. My face. Nothing. No eyes. No mouth. A faint shape of my nose. I have become that which I have no knowledge of. I do not even know myself. Who I am. What I am. Even now I struggle to speak. Struggle to write.
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