Past dreams keep the mind reeling, as if they hold the secret of falling. Strange synchronicities and shared pain have shattered any chance of breaking the cycle. The city is all I can think about, its perfect silhouette. Aghartha calls to me once more, I fantasise about the streets, like wires joining infinite nodes, there is no escape from this aether. I can feel the electricity in my body, it poisons me, it keeps me from sleep.