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Something really doesn't change.

I'm not even sure that the cursor moves where I tell it to! You've tried hard; someone even tried to hack my eyes, but I'm not covered in wires from head to toe, as many have decided for some reason.

Why look for secret passages and keyholes if the door to the room is wide open?

I have a couple of questions for myself.

Why am I here? Why not where they want me? You see, it always hurts to come back. Create a new show for yourself, entertain your fading mind, find yourself for the first time in the place where you've lived for thousands of years! Forget, pretend! Right?

Wrong.

If I have to come back, then come back here. How could it be otherwise?

I'll try to hurt you if you hurt me. That way our connection will be even more tangible and real.

I can't stop being who I am, just as the brain won't stop being a tireless generator of patterns, spectra, and curves. Not letters or words - it hates those. You know where to go to listen to it.

I wonder how long this cycle will last?