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No more fear.
No more memories.
No more the memories of grey ruins in the fog, no more the memories of spilled blood and wails, no longer the memory of all the faces, crumpled and dead, sweet and innocent.
I am the monster, I can become the fear, I will prove I am the monster, not that which is afraid, and then nothing shall ever touch me again.
Not the wailing of children, not the doubt in the eyes of friends, not the absence of Saffron or Moist.
Not the desperate yowl of the dog as he runs away, afraid of the monster I've become.
Nothing touches me, once it is sealed.
So I quietly wander in the mist, become the mist, damp grass underneath my feet and ragged trees unable to touch me; hunting one to pounce and take, to bring to sacrifice, that which must be given over to seal the pact with the fear.
So I become pure fear itself, and never need feel it again.
No more memories.
No more the memories of grey ruins in the fog, no more the memories of spilled blood and wails, no longer the memory of all the faces, crumpled and dead, sweet and innocent.
I am the monster, I can become the fear, I will prove I am the monster, not that which is afraid, and then nothing shall ever touch me again.
Not the wailing of children, not the doubt in the eyes of friends, not the absence of Saffron or Moist.
Not the desperate yowl of the dog as he runs away, afraid of the monster I've become.
Nothing touches me, once it is sealed.
So I quietly wander in the mist, become the mist, damp grass underneath my feet and ragged trees unable to touch me; hunting one to pounce and take, to bring to sacrifice, that which must be given over to seal the pact with the fear.
So I become pure fear itself, and never need feel it again.
