This nightmare you have created...
Is enough to hide the truth from you...
And as you reach out to grab fate...
The nightmare pulls it away from you, never to be seen again.
You can't believe that your own mind created this hellish world.
As your melancholia starts to destroy you from the inside, your decision has been influenced.
As everything changes, and all traces of any other emotion are gone.
But why...?
You're supposed to be happy.
Aren't you glad that the weight of your lies has been pulled off your shoulders?
...No.
Something, or someone, is pulling you in.
You know you can't escape from this.
You start crying as you scream for help, with a new weight finding its way into your already heavy heart.
You don't know what it is, but it can't be good.
At this point, you barely have control over your own actions anymore, completely unaware of what you're saying or doing.
As the nightmare takes control of your body, you notice your friend crying for help.
What are you doing to him...?
The nightmare's teeth are gnawing at your weak soul, the struggling and pain being too much for you.
You can't see or hear anything.
The weight that you felt earlier...
You finally realize what it truly is.
It's the weight of your sins.
The weight that will never be pulled off of your shoulders.
The weight that simply gets bigger and bigger, until it collapses and turns into emotion.
You don't know what's going on.
You just want some help.
You started to scream, scream with all your might.
Nobody could hear you.
For you were now simply a figment, who could not control yourself.
As you stared into the vast future, your world started to break.
Complete disregard for the laws of physics.
...You know what this means, don't you?
Don't pretend you don't. I know you're there.
The nightmare simply continues to trap you in its leafy vines, every second making you even more corrupted than you were before.
That's right. You know what this means.
It's true melancholia.