An idle Prelude…
Eighteen. Let’s say Nineteen for good measure.
Each beginning different, every ending the same. But don’t believe everything you read. Not anything you see. Only what you hear.
There will be blood. In two forms. Two sides. Two halves. And an extra meant as the bow on the box.
Don’t believe the words. Don’t believe the images. Don’t follow the lights. Instead, embrace the mind. Embrace the Nineteen.
All in the mind–
In the Asylum.
And at the Edge of the Labyrinth.