Thought Patterns

My false hopes that this was just a dream were beginning to falter as the last light from the setting sun faded into true night. Such detail, such pain, such length. How could it possibly be a dream? Then again, what other logical explanation was there?

My eyes widened as the thought struck me for the very first time. Was I dead? Was it possible that when I slipped into that puddle, some random car slammed into my body and crushed my every bone? Or perhaps I had hit my head so hard it caused some kind of complication to the brain, and I died during surgery. Could this strange, mystical, pain-filled, tree-infested, furry-critter-populated, sharp-toothed wonderland possibly be Hell?

After all, I was a very good liar, and my mother always told me where liars went when they died. Now I had reason to believe her—when it was too late.


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As I was running through the first chapters of Paradise? I stumbled upon this brief passage and, for the first time, it struck me how much this little bit of writing truly sums up Key's way of thinking. After reading, I quickly went to the end of the document to compare his thought patterns and the changes therein.

Wow.

Meet Key.
Charming youth, isn't he? :D