-Where do you come from?
He just looked at me. Or did he? Those sunken spots where his eyes should've been were fixed in my direction.
-Did somebody do that to you?
He just breathed, slowly, not showing any emotion.
-How long have you been here? His eyelids closed on empty spaces, like someone who wishes to reflect.
-Is there ahything I can do for you? Slowly, he opened his eyelids again.
-Is there—
-You came from me, and you ask such a thing? You will return to me, by me, for you came from me, by me. You reside in me, within me. You exist in me, for me, with me.
I am your father, and I am Death. I bring faith just as I bring despair. It's because of me that you live, and it's because of me that you will cease to be. I gave birth to peace and I created war. Time is me, just like I am it's source.
As I turned to run, everything went black.
And then I was looking at a young boy. As soon as he saw me, he asked:
-Where do you come from?
