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[ You wake up.
It is a warm place; there is sunlight, a knit blanket, a comfortable feeling of home.
The first step, you think (no, that's not you, is it) --no, this isn't right. ]
[ You wake up. It is your childhood home. Only -- perfected. Cleaner, airier, brighter. Full of love and happiness.
And there is a presence, ghosting around the edge of your mind.
You live years in a matter of seconds.
Your mind goes black. ]
[ You wake up.
The surroundings are yours.
You are alone.
And then you are not alone.
Charles is there, and he takes a seat next to you. ]
If I told you that you were about to die... would you believe me?
[ An honest question, backed up by honest, clear-blue eyes.
Would you believe him? ]
It is a warm place; there is sunlight, a knit blanket, a comfortable feeling of home.
The first step, you think (no, that's not you, is it) --no, this isn't right. ]
[ You wake up. It is your childhood home. Only -- perfected. Cleaner, airier, brighter. Full of love and happiness.
And there is a presence, ghosting around the edge of your mind.
You live years in a matter of seconds.
Your mind goes black. ]
[ You wake up.
The surroundings are yours.
You are alone.
And then you are not alone.
Charles is there, and he takes a seat next to you. ]
If I told you that you were about to die... would you believe me?
[ An honest question, backed up by honest, clear-blue eyes.
Would you believe him? ]