{~-:~+Can you guess what this fable is a synonym for?+<3Maybe, our puny little lives... Constantly watched, no privacy from the *+*DdDdaA~AaAYyYy+*+ we were born... The lashes resemble the control-*-Merely a carnival animal, a member of a circus, a freak for the show, a talent left to the jeering crowds!+~:-~}*A grotesque form in a suit of endless colours, forever turning, stomach churning patterns forever growing.*I don't think you fully grasp the *Chuckles darkly* -+-{~concept}-+- of RrEeAaLliTtYy~~ *Groans in pain, twisting at impossible angels, shuddering before going back to what you see as... normallity...* A lost *~butterfly~*, fresh from the Cocoon... Already watched from thousands above, no peace... no rest... *Crawls closer, eyes filling with blood and spilling from the now empty eye~sockets.* {~*~{You're.... Not.... Real}~*~} You must~Listen~to me before they pluck your fragile wings from your lash ridden back. *Teleports back, body folding into itself.* Beware of the darkness that manifests inside... *Blinks out of "reality"*~+

*~Don't mind the voice:~**~<3~*{!VIEWER~DISCRETION~ADVISED!}~+~You are Mr.Robert.Langdon~+~A Harvard Professor specialising in symbology, and with a keen, almost dangerous understanding and knowledge on religion, seeked world-wide.~+ *~Now a Number 1 suspect in Fache's list... correction, only one of one... for the murder of Sophie Neveu's Grandfather, Jacques Sauniere {Whom has left both his grand~daughter Sophie and Professor Langdon clues as to how and where to find The +~+Holy Grail+~+, mercilessly killed by the ~:-Albino, Silas-:~{Left for dead}, for the discovery of the {+~{Holy~Grail}~+}. For the power. Two long forgotten cults, merely whispers in the night air now brought once more two Christs burning light~* +~Sophie has just explained that their is infact a tracking dot inside Langdon's pocket, an invisible chain, keeping him tethered to Fache's side. Now desperate, his usually sharp, intelligent mind clouded, hiding from it's better judgment in a desperate yet hopeless attempt to get rid of it. Fache is waiting for that {+~EXACT~+} moment in which to strike with the media and make his first I&I final arrest.~+ *~Sophie and Langdo are both in the men's bathrooms, Langdo having just revieved a descrete voice~mail message telling of the danger that Langdo is infact in and {EXACTLY} what he must do.~+

{!DON'T MIND THE VOICE!}*~<3~*{!ENJOY THIS TWISTED OH SO BROKEN WORLD!}+~The Land of *~{Time}~* is a quirky little place. A trap~door... some may associate it as... between the Real world~and the False world.~+ {*~The False world is what you and I call -+-Reality-+- however~idiotic that concept may be. And the False world is what you and I call -+-Fantasy-+- humans have such +~WILD~+ imaginations sometimes. *Laughs* ~~ooooh~~ what fun! *Coughs* Uhm~Anywayy: The problem is that the False world contains a couple of {Hostile} creatures that are bent on the human part of society's destruction, abulition, complete anihalation. The anomalies take on the shape of your dearest +~Loves~Ones~+ and quite enjoy it when you~ *Glitches~Takes on a demonic, sultry tone, voice deepening~* SsCccRrReEEeAaaMmm~+ *Bright and cheerfull.* +~Oh I'm quite sorry about that, I do get carried away sometimes!~+ *Camera zooms in.* Now... about *~Time~*... *~Time~* is the verry esence, the in-between place, where you were born, a select {FEW} too keep the DdDdAaaNngGgeeRrrRoOusEe balance....~+ *Screen darkens* "I honestly don't see the point though. The point of the balance seeing as... **laughs** we're all going to die anyway..." *Advert blinks off.*