In July of 2016 I died. It is a death that has happened countless times across an infinite number of timelines. I don’t know what happened to the person who I once was, but after spending a week’s worth of time relative to this world fighting against the darkness I have come to know all to well I awoke in this world.
I woke to a world that is very similar to the world I left, but also can never be the world I once called home. I now live each day, the echoes of days that I have known before, looking for a way to ensure that the next time I die I am able to prevent myself from reviving in this prison that I have come to call reality.