"Believe it or not as you will. I care not."

He shrugged, not feeling much in the mood to argue with a figment of his imagination, especially one that was so determined to look at matters long buried under new sins. How much further was this delusion going to go? How much was he going to suffer before he would wake up and back in his rotting skin?

"Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
Wings stripped away, the end is nigh."