I stood at the edge of the abyss, staring into the void. The institution's ruins stretched out before me, a testament to my destruction. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of my own ragged breathing.
As I gazed into the darkness, I felt a strange sense of calm. It was as if I'd finally found what I'd been searching for all along – an end to the pain, a release from the guilt.
The memories still lingered, but they no longer hurt as much. I'd confronted the demons that had haunted me, and they'd been vanquished. Or so I thought.
A figure emerged from the shadows, its presence indistinct. I couldn't make out its features, but I sensed a familiarity.
"You've come a long way," it said, its voice low and gravelly. "But you're not done yet."
I turned to face the figure, my eyes narrowing. "What do you want?"
The figure chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I want to show you the truth. The real truth."
I hesitated, unsure of what to expect. But a part of me was curious, eager to uncover the secrets that had driven me to this point.
The figure beckoned, and I followed, stepping into the abyss. The darkness swallowed me whole, and I felt myself falling, tumbling through a void of uncertainty.
As I fell, the world around me began to distort, twisting and warping into something new. I saw glimpses of a reality I'd never known, a world where the lines between truth and fiction blurred.
And in the midst of it all, I saw a figure – myself, standing at the edge of the abyss, staring into the void.
The loop closed, and I was back where I'd started, staring into the face of my own madness.