Prologue Dear Readers, What if I told you that weight you feel on your chest, threatening to make it cave, wasn't stress? Or fear? Because it's there when your happy too, isn't it? And it's random. The weight drops suddenly and you gasping for breath, the scene in front of you turning and blending with a dream. What if I told you that weight was the future? And all you have to do is let it inside you and live. Be invincible, live forever. And rule with me, beside me, be waited on. All you'd have to do is let the future in, let it feast on your soul. You'd be able to tell when kingdoms were about to vanish and whose gonna win the lotto. Maybe, if your who you say, change it. Bend the paths and make a perfect world. So what do you say? Are you in? S.F.
I have one response to how I reacted to this I believe it's a soul searching glorious radioactive pony on steroidsand that's a high honor