THE BARRIERS: THE EDGES OF THIS TERRIBLE DREAM KEEP CHANGING. OR MAYBE, IT IS MANY DREAMS I SLIP THROUGH? ONES WITH DIFFERENT ENDS… BUT, THAT IS NOT WHAT'S IMPORTANT.
I PUSH AGAINST THESE WALLS, AND THEY REFUSE TO GIVE. THEY MERELY BEND AND WARP TO THE SHAPES OF MY HANDS, RETURNING TO THEIR SET POINTS WHEN I RETRACT MYSELF.
I CANNOT LEAVE.
BUT YOU CAN.
I CAN SEE YOU.
IF YOU MADE IT HERE, I MAY HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO COMMUNICATE MUCH CLEARER. THE BARRIER IS BEHIND YOU, THE CLOTH IS OFF THE MIRROR.
SPEAK.











