Yet again I’m all alone, naturally. I wander in a no man’s land, searching for myself; crumpled shoes to measure every step I’ve taken to move away from my past and a faint light of reason in my head, which is supposed to guide me but that only gets dimmer each day. 

I left behind everything that the sunset took away, but there’s still that shadow of a person who I no longer know, walking alongside my path. 

The first question I asked myself once I arrived in this place was how I managed to end up there, to which the void responded with its usual silence; maybe there were too many answers, or perhaps I already knew the only true one. It didn’t take me long to realize that the land I found myself in was the one I was promised as a ruler, but that I only got to know as a nobody.  

I’ve lost count of how much time has passed since I’ve found myself trapped here, searching for a non-existent exit. After a while I stopped tracking the days that were quickly passing by, like grains of sand slipping through my fingers, blown away by a soft breeze. However, it hasn’t always been like this. Initially, I tried to cling onto each second –as there was nothing else I could do – but the realization that with every minute ending my chances of finding my way back home were getting lower and lower, did nothing but shatter my hopes and remind me that I could have lived a thousand different lives if I never pursued this one.  

To deal with such sorrow I started keeping a diary, a place where I could let my thoughts flee freely, somewhere where no one could ever reach them. 

Originally, when I decided to start narrating my story, I desired to start from the very beginning, but unfortunately back then I didn’t think, nor there was an incipit to start from.