Another one. I was told it was a simple task – maybe not taking more than a few hours. So I took a look.

It was going to take more than a few hours.

How could things be so… wrong? So… broken? And how could people not notice?

Or had they?

And of me? Did they expect me not to notice?

Or was I supposed to? Notice that is. How would I respond? What would I reveal, not only of what I’ve seen, but of myself to have seen it? How would you respond with those eyes upon you?

What are you in all of this? A Useful Idiot? A Dragon Slayer? A Detective? Perhaps you’ve been Chosen? Or are you the Tempted? Are you a God, lost in its own illusion? Are you dwelling through the Bardo, your own Purgatory, or Hell? Or perhaps this is a Heaven of your own design?

How do you see yourself? See your Self and you’ll see your Truth, no?

But to see The Truth… What role will You have in that?