Authors Note: In chapters 8 and 9, the truth is revealed but not directly to one specific group. Two different groups are involved in the spiraling staircase of events. One group is on the right path of discovering the truths while the other already knows. Communications with the known group is now impossible since they're dead.
Everything is spinning; The only still object in my vision is my feet glued to the floor. I'm immobile. I'm trapped. It's impossible to move, to break free, to run away from my life, my past, my future.
I'm trapped in a circle of reflectors showing me everything wrong that I have done in my life. Everything. The way I shut out every one of my companions. My wfe. Oh, my dear wife. Her face is glorified in the reflectors showing me what I missed out, what I had drove away several years ago. What have I done?
The wife's glorified face turned sad and cold once she realized it was me spinning around in her presence. Her smile that spread from cheeck to cheek faded and transformed into something dark. She began to change colors: from red, to crystals, to dark purple, then finally to a watery green. Without warning the reflectors burst, minute fragments flew out, erasing her changing image from my view.
I stopped. My head was pounding along with the rapid beating of my empty heart. Next to my foot was a fragment with color of watery green. When I began to take a glance my own reflection changed from my horrified face to an equally terrifying other. I was the person who drove her away. Who drove everyone away. Who drove my own self, filled with kindness and joy, away to be replaced by a hideous monster who refuses to Hyde from anyone other than myself.
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