“This is the new reality,� he said to no one in particular.
“History will not judge you kindly,� I said.
He paused, only to dismissively huff and turn to face the window. This new reality still had light and dark though there were shifting shadows.
“Am I a pontiff if I don’t pontificate?� he asked. Again, it was as if wasn’t there, chastising him towards some semblance of morality.
The pregnant pause gave birth to laughter, first from him and then from me. Our voices echoing to a roar until the room’s exotic tapestries swallowed them, made them alien and inhuman.
I fumbled through the folio looking for an exit. I found myself at the barrel of a gun, not in a clause or attachment as I had been expecting.
“This is the new reality,� he said to me, distinctively, enunciating each syllable as though he were speaking some foreign language. Or speaking mine perhaps for the first time.
I felt myself slip uneasily into blankness, an unseen assailant blunting me towards the nightmare.
“Sweet dreams!� he hissed.
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