15 March 2013
There is a mystery that lies within dreams.. A mystery in which will remain forever, since dreams themselves are mysteries which prove to be illusive at blunt meanings.
A dream of lies and distrust and misunderstanding.....
A dream of friends who cannot be trusted...
A group of friends on a friendly vacation away from the busy life of droning and being miserable that life cannot be better than a desk full of paperwork or a career of a throne of lies...
A dream which only the eye can reveal... An eye of the special, secretive kind in which can tell who is possessed by the mystery known as the What...
The What takes hold of people.. And hides in their skins, fulfilling sins and misdeeds..
After the What takes over, it despises of the body not of its own, but by its friends, believing the What can be vanquished by the death of the host..
However the What feeds on the host's life.. And when the life is freed of its body, the What, hiding in the deepest, darkest corner of the room spiders its way out of the blind darkness to steal the life that was freed...
Only the eye can see what no mortal can see... The What...
The Blind Eye • Opuss № I