The Thousand Faces

The lights were off, and no one was home. It was a house of mirrors without mirrors.

The truth depended on the time of day. It could flip like turning a light switch. It was flickers between tuning in and out of reality at any moment.

It was a fog of nothingness. It was a cloud of smoke without an accompanying fire.

If I would have stayed, my sanity would have disappeared. I would have withered and died.

No upside is worth that. You offered a lot, but what I am is more.

a reply to: Profusion

The beast of 1000 faces is another term for Old nick,the Devil