Level 668
I can vaguely remember going through an optometry test.
I am pretty interested in that balloon in the distance.
I am dying to step on that path stretching forwards.
Though I don't know where it leads.
It cannot stop me.
This is a beautiful, brave new Horizon.
But I know it so well ─ my eyes are just a false mirror.
Everything is just a fake mirage.
I hope to figure out what has happened.
I hope to run away from this Horizon.
Needless to say.
I will prepare for whatever comes ─ why shoudn't I?
I will tell myself the truth.
I stare at my own eyes:
The truth is in my Horizon.
Lэ faux m!roir