Parietal

It is quiet here‚ almost serene․ The past lingers‚ a shadow that clings to the soul‚ though only you can cast it off․ Why deceive yourself with fleeting happiness? Why bury the truth beneath shallow comforts? The truth must be faced‚ for you will remember․ In the end‚ it all returns‚ but just as the wheel turns‚ you will forget again when it begins anew․ Such is the fate of man to oscillate between memory and oblivion‚ forever lost in the cycle of his own making․ This is your last descent‚ your descent into reality․