Bee Hoon

Just before the Cosmos was suffocated, I was back in my body, in my mind, before the mirror. I was staring back at myself. The mirror was no longer in use. I scrambled painfully to my feet, noting the taste of blood in my mouth and the stench of my waste. I turned to flee and saw an open, leather bound book on my chair. My handwriting was on those pages, including the words I had thought during my exploration. Words I had never written. With trembling hands, I picked up the book and looked at the cover. In silver were the words The Diary of Drenicus the Wise: The Gates of Hell.

I tried to throw the book away and found that I could not will myself to do so. I turned back to the mirror and said as defiantly as I could, “No one will believe a word of this.”

Before I turned around to forever leave, His voice replied, Our sentiments exactly.