It wasn't too late to let go of the malice in my heart.
That was what the angel assured me in the dreamworld that Nida dropped me into, the one with the setting sun.
Speaking of Nida, the girl pouted for hours after I reacted poorly to the hallucination she forced on me.
I couldn't understand why she seemed to expect praise for what she'd done.
I don't trust my own sensations, my own memories.
I wonder if I've ever left perdition, if this ring of gardens might not be another breaking wheel for my infernal soul.
In the dark I lie awake, afraid to dream again, and wonder if this girl is some demon assigned to torment me.
And then his voice whispers to me, the one who woke me from Genesis and led me to my armor.
He tells me the angel lied.