The road was long ahead— but by will, and to trust in the fate (for the reason it started looping) was to say that we could be anything.

That words could turn themselves into something strange.

That worlds could bequeath themselves into some Other place.

That convinced; blind, and with courage; we could take the train away… the fear tells us where we want to go.

Like a siren, she beacons us to the horizon of This and Time, contracted into one another, Like music, like Death, come with me! Come forward, for I am the truth of who you really are, come to me, I am fear; I am not a stranger; I am love hiding artifice, watching you create yourself and the methods you turn into.

Do you trust me?