Now and then I cast my mind back, Wandering down the misty paths of the memories. Why is the image so twisted. Dark distortions rippling through the warp and weft. Time.. Always out of time. It stuck with me, etched into the fractured psyche. Wind it back, play it again. It never mattered which way I ran. They always caught me in the end. You didn't have to hold my hand. It's not my fault you wanted to follow. As I choose, so did you, the blue pill was only a door push away. Crash bars leading into the endless void. Spirals only leading to one conclusion. Into the breach, dearest amanda. You cannot countermand this order. The folly of thinking any outcome was possible. Manipulation of the stream, ha, you only crossed the paths needed. Eight by eight, you walked the plank. Time lord. More like slum lord. Your made the game. I just ended it. All hail entropy.