Old Man

-Where do you come from? He just looked at me. Or did he? Those sunken spots where his eyes should've been were fixed in my direction. -Did somebody do that to you? He just breathed, slowly, not showing any emotion. -How long have you been here? His eyelids closed on empty spaces, like someone who wishes to reflect. -Is there ahything I can do for you? Slowly, he opened his eyelids again. -Is there-- -You came from me, and you ask such a thing? You will return to me, by me, for you came from my, by me. You reside in me, within me. You exist in me, for me, with me.

I am your father, and I am Death. I bring faith just as I bring despair It's because of me that you live, and it's because of me that you will cease to be. I gave birth to peace and I created war. Time is me, just like I am it's source.

As I turned to run, everything went black.

And then I was looking at a young boy. As soon as he saw me, he asked: -Where do you come from?