... but tomorrow might be the midnight of time and tracks couldn't be found- you will falter and struggle for light and be mocked by the unsympathetic night
there's no turning back and you will be blinded by strange shadows as they appear and shift while all around is the deepest black
you will try to speak but words will fail they no longer belong to you--- you will turn pale in helplessness
it's not fancy nor a dream neither is it exaggerated drama you will no longer be yourself in this phantasmagoria