The dark cloak, the shattered wind of the whispering road, the way the clouds twist and hide the sun. I could have sworn when
I set my first step upon the shatter and ruin I was going somewhere, though do you know it was only a little while before I 
realized it was nowhere at all. Does that make sense? Does one speak to a sword and expect an answer?
Hah. It's rather semantic in the end, isn't it? Being alone isn't so bad, a ghost is-
What?
I don't need a mirror, just a beer. Reflections go nowhere, the city is all neon lights and swirling confetti. I'm fine here.
I am.