บท 125: A Footprint From Another Narcissus

I wondered if there was any grand meaning behind all of this.

On one hand, it appeared that I would start to know more about the story behind the things that were related to this new pretty-faced body of mine, no matter how badly strewn and connected they were.

On the other hand, it needed me to be in my most vulnerable state, where my consciousness was laid bare for all influence to seep and destroy.

Sometimes, the implication of the requirement to achieve it alone should be enough to warrant me to be cautious behind the design.

What did it want to tell me?

What was the symbolism behind it?

Should I even try to forcefully reduce my own Sanity in a much less dangerous scenario if I wanted to know more about that wicked tale?

Regardless, it seemed like this vision was nearing its end phase.