C120 Threads of Doubt

The Nexus surrounded me and everything seemed to be a mix of opportunities and options. This simple thought could barely whisper at the periphery of my mind, trying to pull the extremely feeble faded strings of my being apart. Why? Why did I fight so hard to still be me – whoever the hell I was?

Behind the madness of a growing beast, the Architect rose in front of me, still and composed