Such terrors gripped me then, rending my mind’s grasp of all I thought I knew. I have been wandering since. It seems the world is colder now; my head does not hurt so much—such pain, beyond pain. It hurt so much I was numb to all that was around me. Your presence, it’s like air, clean air.
Am I mad, then? Have I been mad? Madman, lost in a storm. Madman, alone.
Perhaps you are death. The end of a dream, even a nightmare…and waking is a type of death. Have you come to save me from this world?
Tale Told 