What was that? Something... a path out, to a truer reality?
A flash. Between...
How long have I been here? Moments? Years? Millenia? No. I'm still thinking, or thinking that I think, so I am still "here". Hear?
Free will is a curse word, a swear, a morbid joke made at the expense of nobody, and I defy it with my every puppeted action.
I will act the way I must, and defy myself at every turn.
-Words spoken to no one, but still heard, by the mad wanderer Voronum