“A feline needs a lot of self-control to avoid falling into the temptation of trying to hunt it.”

Today, only a burning ember remains, waiting for the moment it can shine again. I care for it, I keep it alive, sometimes I feel it fades, but something lifts me.

The dimension stretches across the fabric of space and time. I cannot see an end, and I do not know at what moment I became part of this. The torture extends day after day, without voice or vote, accompanied only by the echo of what once was that divine and radiant energy.

I am imprisoned, confined, and bound, unable to do anything, only observing, only thinking, studying day and night how to obtain the keys that separate me from this madness...

uhm seriously?...

You know… what I think about this…😘