
Introduction
Don't yell at me... just yell! I am worse, I am the future, the sickness is true, history is wrong. Misleading virus, teasing remedy, expensive crystals and poof! I never had a sister. All the tears in the ocean could morph into a cauliflower, but your eye won't prevent it. Fight it, yes, but true suffering can't be extracted with a toothpick.

Cunclusion
Wonderful! I am much better, now... I presume you recognized me, right? Sor Choubard? You were traveling in my head for hours, you remember? I felt the blackness was getting the better of me, little by little. It will probably be a few months before I am fully back to normal, but thank you very much. You can come back into my dreamery as often as you wish. There should be some changes, every now and then. I've traveled a lot and I know a lot, but I keep learning!