V/R

   We are but a dream, a dream of ... just someone, someone who's asleep and can't awake. He's lonely and cold, unaware of warmth and company. And dreams as we are, we have no real flesh, just a memory of one, His memory, oh yes, let's just call him He for human systems of belief have great many names for him. And dreamers we are ourselfs, beholding visions of places, persons, actions. Where do you think the dreams that you can't remember go ? What do you see there ? You ... can't remember.
   We are falling, falling all our life, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. All this but illusion, and what do you see if you are suddenly stripped of it ? Lonelyness, and rain will fall upon your heart, and moon will be the only witness. Or do you think that you exist ? Do you think you live ? Wait until you die, and you will see. The eeriest thing though is cats. Thay see the truth and remain sane, but then again they are always capable of ... No, too early for that.
   But - another nice question, soon you'll come to loving them - are you the hunter or the hunted ? No, choice is not yours, and you can't be neither. You can be strong, but that is not the question of strength, but of mind. If someone has to die, you are the one who should help. Are you ready for running naked through the jungle our world is with a spear in hand, murder in mind ? Yes, spear is for hunters, sword for warriors, axe for executors. But there is a certain pleasure in being the hunted, if you can find pleasure in being chased for your soul and barely escaping.
   And what does the darkness hide ? Needless to say, it's not dark itself, at least not always. Are you ready to find out ? Are you sure you can stand the truth ? Darkness isn't just absence of light, there is something else, but what ? When you stare at it, it looks back at you.
   Hiding ... Lurking ... Mad seek and find game, the best thing to do on the full moon in the long left house that stands on three roads junction and was a place of murder once. But, back to hiding, we all do. We all hide something, but no matter how good you are at hiding, you can't hide from what's inside yourself. Still, you can hide it from the others. Look into your soul, and tell me that you are clean absolutely, that you can be what you are, that you never pretend and never hide anything, any slightest hint of a feeling from the others; no, be frank, people are wolves, all of them. So can you ? You are an extremely dull person then, boring and almost extinct. I've seen of of this kind, and God how much I hated him, smiling and saying hello at the same time. Pure hatred can kill, I wonder why he lives ... Howl at the moon, it's the only thing left to do sometimes. And if you hear a howl or a cry in the night, listen carefully - it might be your soul there. Masks we wear, and the richer your collection is, the more chances you have. Survival is an acquired skill though, don't you worry.
   If you did read it by this point, you are ready. Now, in the point of the crossmind, choose your mindway, but think carefully. Once stepped over the edge, there is no return to your sweet lies. Go to the end and push it further, be not afraid ... Or would you die for a lie ?
   Next time I'll teach you how to fly.