((This is probably going to be more… commentary, I suppose? Abstract for sure. PoV: the Host.)) Enjoy~
Life has a way of turning dreams into nightmares. Certainly, it does, doesn’t it? Think of all who live in this house. Think of the way their lives were shattered.
You know the tale of Dark and Wilford, as do I. It leaves me wondering if Damien is content, knowing he’s still in a position of power, but power over us egos, keeping us in line. Perhaps it bugs him that Celine’s iron will is what we see at the forefront. Perhaps, those moments when Dark looks truly exasperated are when Damien has most control.
Oh, that’s just simple, wishful thinking isn’t it? We all know the Mayor and Seer are gone.
And Wilford. Can we fault the Colonel for following his heart? Certainly, and we must. No, he didn’t deserve the fate he received. But he also shouldn’t have deceived a close friend. Or, perhaps they were brothers? Step-brothers maybe, or half? The details keep changing. The theories muddy the canon. I enjoy hearing them, of course.
Then, there’s myself, isn’t there? With my blood soaked bandages and my constant chatter; there’s so much speculation on what happened to me. I’m flattered, honestly. There’s also the interpretation that I know. I know this is all a story. A post on a blog on a website. Interesting place to write such things, it builds a nice community, doesn’t it?
Perhaps I would have posted my work here. If my eyes hadn’t been robbed of me. Would I have had any followers? We’ll never know.
Life, turning dreams into nightmares. What does life do to those who start out as nightmares?
In my opinion, life robs the nightmare of sight, and watches as he writhes, trying to find his purpose again.
Prompt: “life has a way of turning dreams into nightmares.”
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