Here I sit staring at a blank screen, wondering. What does it mean? Is it what I think or am I again mislead? I wonder and I wish, I hope as I sit, can this be? How will I know which is correct? How can I trust myself when I’ve been so wrong in the past? Questioning everything, trying to not to think, this is hard. Millions of miles, a few seconds, and endlessness. When will I know? I’m tired, I’m hurt, I’m confused. These games reveal nothing, but the shroud only darkens. A new feeling emerges, nothingness and love combining, spinning together, leaving me stunned, what is this? I like it, and yet I hate it, so cold yet strangely comforting, so strong yet oddly weakening. This mystery growing, further awakening my curiosity. You win I’ll play. I step into the shroud and brace myself for the unknown, will my questions finally be answered?