I can't rest here. Not really. My eyes open, and it's like waking from the worst nightmare I could imagine. Even the light... is different. The cosmos has lost its brilliance. And everywhere I turn, there's fear. -... - It's been two days. But they're already inside my head. Every moment is a test. Can you bury your heart? Can you hide your decency? Can you continue to pretend to be one of them? Even as, little by little, it kills the person you really are?