The wheel witch spins your life away has begone. as you fine yourself in a Room of witness and masks of unfamiliar faces surround you. you are gazed by the way they look at you. the seconds turn the minutes pass and you know you have not yet realize your long life is shortening in every breath you take. you take a breath and you fall to the ground the life that you see flashes before you all you have accomplished is flying in a reversal minute till you take your last breath. you know you are falling but you know not to bother resisting and then you enter this forever sleep. Now you know you cannot run away from the wheel witch has not stopped, now you know you will pay the crime of immortality and those who awaken in the room with whiteness and masks will soon see your faith.
