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here in the hallowed depths of my mind, manifestations formed to further my insanity down a path line with the blood of rebels. Sadness paralyzes me into in a wink and committed state. The worst day in my life ended, and I prayed to my delusion, to rest my heart from this deep anger that grips it. My eyes closed and my consciousness sunk away into a deep abyss. I found myself at the end of a long wooden dining table in front of a carefully crafted meal. My feet brushed across the antique Turkish run that lay underneath. Old, hard covered books filled wouldn't shells around the room, and oil paintings interrupted the even flow every few feet. Nisha's office caught my eyes for a moment. But then my eyes quickly jumped to a painting of three men on their knees, scraping a wood floor clean of the old varnish. Victorian wooden chairs that hand stitched cloth covers that in the corners of the room, a gleaming chandelier dangled above the center of the table and a man in a black suit hovered across his bowl of soup while gently sipping the liquid into hiss lips. He looked familiar. Had I seen him before,