Three Days. The Entire time... Outside the storm of dust and ash gave way to a black rain. He slept the entire way, but I remained awake. It has been Three Days. Oh God... Since I saw sunlight again, after leaving that hell. Burning liquid. Roland was with me, but he is sleeping. I was awake the entire time... Cold but burning. The Old Man came to my cell, and the walls ran black and wet.
He held out his hand, and I took it. He called himself an Attendant of God. There was no other choice. Morgan arrived, but the Old Man subdued him. The Old Man smiled a kindly smile. Beneath the surface of the Old Man's skin, was black fog. Told me that he could get me out. Those gray eyes felt understanding and... Human. He told me to sleep. The Alarm was raised. The Storm filled with crimson droplets amid the sea of black. I didn't.
Opaque glass that had been cracked, revealing holes in the outside. It was so Quiet. There was a violet light, pulsing slowly with purpose. When I opened my eyes, I saw Nothing. The words had meanings that I did not know. My mind felt like... I could tell which were speaking! And the Outside was beyond my comprehension. Their words though... An End to Everything. There was a yellow light, struggling and writhing. No light, no sound, no meanings. I had to look away. They seemed to have voices... Yes I could! It was not three dimensional, maybe not even dimensional at all. Finally there was a grayish light, larger than the others. Yes. It was so vast, yet so empty. I looked above and found darkness, with many writhing lights dancing above. It was without sense. That I could not know.
But I remained awake. But they were not all. Those dancing lights... Floating in the emptiness. I watched for so long... Roland was with me. It felt like eternity. Floating in the emptiness. Occasionally more would come, of many shades of colors. Above them. Sleeping. Above the lights I saw Them. A deep dreamless sleep. I saw It.
I saw It's true face. The Faces of God.
Nothing made sense. I watched until I felt the gray light envelop me. I was tired. He placed a set of keys on the coffee table. I spent a month there. Nothing will ever be right again. Space twisted. There I lay, beside Roland, until I saw the sun rise and set two times. Dumah was there, watching. I felt the air die as I was gently placed upon a hotel bed. I checked the date. I was thirsty and hungry. Morningstar was there, with a Yellow Eyed Man. May 21, 2013. I slept until the sun had set once again. I could not understand it. Waiting for me to recover, so the game would begin again. The Yellow Eyed Man said something to him. Then I rose and looked outside. I could not close my eyes. It had been nearly a month. Nothing was right. I spent a month with Them.
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I will forget. Ignorance. I must forget. I must cut the memory out of me. I must not know. I must never know. I must never know. I must never know. I must never remember. Ignorance is happiness. I must not know. Knowledge is madness. Knowledge is sorrow. A sweet bliss.