He told me to "cut, cut, cut and cut, because when you do it's all so beautiful and poetic", and I looked at his hands, all distorted and maimed, and I cried. Thus he entered and left my life, but the image of those dark as night eyes did not.
Sometime after this I left, I just couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't face all those dreams and nightmares, so I ran. But you can't run from humanity, it will always catch up with you. And so it did, and here I am. Yes, I look a bit frayed. That's because I am. I stayed in the woods for a long time, and by this I mean more than ten years. I was perfectly happy, I was at rest. Those eyes still watched me, but they couldn't see my soul anymore. No, I didn't do this on purpose. I really didn't want to leave. So, do you want me to tell the story, or do you want to go on asking questions. I thought so, then you need to stop asking me irrelevant things and leave me to it. It actually does start with those eyes though. No, I don't really want to be here. But somebody had to do that, and you all know it. It wasn't pleasant for anyone. Not for me, not for them. But once you see those kind of eyes you know. And that's that.
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