A quicksilver mirror - II

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Cold...Dark...Dispear born of a half life. A wave of self perpetuating violence towering over him, ready to overwhelm him at the list sign of weakeness. "Who are you?" " Who am I", answer a distorsioned echoe... Scarlet light ... Blood...Numbers?
Edward wakes up . The digital watch shows 6:03 a.m in angular artificial letters. He tries to remember the dream but it slips away. It was like trying to hold on to almost solid shadows which always flee into the deeper shadows of Hypnos's realm. And so the shadows give way to the twilight of a London dawn. The world seems to hang in the balance between light and darkness. "A mirror of my soul" thought the newly awakened dreamer "with only a single difference, if this moment were mine the Day would be too weary to be born".
His revery is interrupted by the alarms high sound which seems capable of causing permanent aural damage.
"It's time to honor the memory of Sisif one more time by imitation."