In my vacation
Trying to figure out the intentions of this puzzle, this, so desperate, so complicated system, that talks about you, in the shape of her.
You do not comprehend the urge of pulling out the thin veil violently, the veil is near and far, I can see it, so it's close, I can't touch it, so it's far.
I feel i understand the doctor
I want to leave for a far simpler world, maybe even make lofe of my own, but I'm certainly just bound for this one.
So I either solve it or I become enjoyed in bliss.
But bliss can only come from the mercy of time.
I have returned to my inferno dear reader, this should detonate a catastrophic reaction in me, yet I'm standing, but it is still filled in the air with a groping sensation of unease, but also urgency, which I must pull the veil down.
Like a chessboard pressuring you to move, like your character entering the play and must say its lines.
I am better from last time I got here, but I am detached from this reality far more now.
Why should I save a world I'm not a part of.
Oh doctor, I understand you. Nothing truly ever ends.