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Now it feels as ifta…dim, difficult to see clearly and focus upon Focus is power

Has the interfering little bitch found some way to attack me from within?

I sink inside and examine the box in which I placed her It’s a seamless construct without void; sleek, black, cold

I willed it into existence and believe in it--therefore it is

My belief is driven by intellect Hers by emotion I place my faith in no one but myself She places hers in everyone but herself, and that makes her susceptible to anyone with a will more focused than her own

I posit and push She fears and doubts

I WIN

She’s in a box that doesn’t really exist and believes it inescapable

Belief is reality

Belief is so delightfullycomes out

I think SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TO ME! WHAT IS IT?

My eyelids are heavy and reh I would prefer them open

I think I WILL NOT LOSE CONTROL OF THIS VESSEL AGAIN!

My lio still

I lie, i with my plans? Have I been…wounded in so?

Did I do

So

To my

Body? Did