My journey beings as it ends. All alone in an empty room, I do not know how did I get here or when I was born. How long have I been here ? When will I get out ? I am unaware .
If my existence is just a mirage, I would like to believe my reflection is more than just a hollow apparition. I envisage him to be outside in the sun, with a childlike zeal; not terrified or frozen but in awe of life and what it has to offer.
The door looks daunting, radiates a ominous aura."Lethe" is etched onto it. The world surrounding me gets darker, grayscale and infinitely monotonous. I desperately try to hold onto these colors but my eyes fail to render them. I'll pray to whoever is listening. Will they answer my pleas ?
I have to patiently wait. I wonder if I want to know the answers; but for now I shall stay in this empty room. I hear someone coming at the door.
