Through the window I can see inverted colors if I concentrate a little, my eyes tingle, I want to scratch them, but when I put my fingers deep inside there's nothing there. I'm seeing images in my head of things I haven't experienced, figures with torches in their hands, heat from their feet to their waists with their limbs tied, I don't understand what's going on, that man who wanted to ask questions... who was he? What did he want?
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- My guess is that he was a policeman.
Who said that? Where did that voice come from?
- I'm here at your feet, but I'm mainly inside your head, nobody here in the hospital understands your body, they don't understand how you're alive, they don't understand how you can talk without moving your lips.
MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU?! You're small and... I can see you, you don't look like a figure, why?
- As I said, I'm inside your head, what's not real is clearer, the rest is just a figment of your mind, coherent or incoherent, stay persistent, don't be a weak body and give up, try and revere what's in your mind, the world lies, you can't be a non-believer.
You talk like me, you're small like me, but you don't smile like me, white eyes instead of dark, the resonance of your voice, the world seems different, another perspective perhaps... I don't know, did you bring me here?
- His mind gives him away, a sharp dagger pierces his inner mouth, making him vomit blood like a defeated man, as he gets up he runs through the streets in search of answers, only to come across a car going in the opposite direction, a fatal accident sends him to hospital, present moment, a sad journey awaits him, a search for life, where he will only find defeat. The fact is that your idea of living in the midst of so much fantasy puts you in pain and agony, think, reflect, nothing is real, you ran away from the asylum... not from home, I only described what you saw, but it wasn't real, I can be as dishonest as you were with yourself.
But... what about the shadow? What was it?... it was a...
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- I don't know... it's hard, because I try to be right, but you lie so well with your eyes, your vision confuses me, the truth confuses me, you have tuberculosis... I don't know what's supernatural or if it's all a lie again... you're a mystery
You said that doctors don't understand my body, YOU SAID IT! And now you're trying to trick me by saying it's all a lie?! IN CASE THE PACT IS A LIE TOO?
- I'm trying to help you...
NO! YOU'RE NOT! You said that what isn't real I see clearly... the shadow was real... ok... wait! Let me breathe and understand.
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You're lying! You said yourself that you can be as dishonest as I am... I shouldn't trust you... and my face... was it the shadow? Or you? And what's your name again?
- My name is Mr. Dummy, you may not trust me... your choice, but know that you have the advantage here, right?
What do you mean I have the advantage?
- After the encounter with the shadow, your sight gave you a gift: What's not real is clearer, and reality is dark and blurry.
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- It was a-
- Excuse me, are you Scar?
Yes... Why?
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