Listen.
I will not “Abandon all hope.”

A choice.
Paradise and Pain, Heaven and Hell.
Circles of inevitability, they are neither here nor there,
But inexorably intertwined across the fabric worn by The Architect.
His apron, containing all thoughts, all fears;
All colors and all scents.

Life.
The dream of gods.

Death.
The game exposed.

Hear me, Angels.  Hear me, Devils.
My story is not yet finished.
It will end, I swear, by my own accord.