Ah yes, storyteller. You mainly got that right. I wake up alone and frightened. But I know what has happened. The priests do not like my truth. They make me drink the water. The water is the special water from the spa. It "calms" me. It allows my fear to find me. It allows my self hatred in.
When I have drunk enough water. When I hate myself enough, when my fear is a palpable presence in my cell, then they release me.
And I run. Not from them, but from myself. Screaming, naked, bearded. I ruin terror from the one thing I cannot escape. Me.
Ah Goddess. It is hell being me, when you are denied me.
But i continue, in the hope of finding you again, and doing your will.
That is when I am truly alive.
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