Hope POV

I don't know what is reality and what is an illusion, my mind doesn't need to form coherent words, I don't need to think, just let the flow of energies concentrate in me and then flow again, stronger...

In my mind I can hear the voice of my Father, they are not coherent words and yet instinctively I know them and let myself be embraced by this madness and delirium that surrounds me.

A part of me knows that without this I would be nobody, I would have nothing left and everything would just be an emptiness... I know that without this ecstasy that consumes me, I would...