There was a dream of a lantern in my head, a glowing force that was subdued in the way. I heard the voice of the fog and in my brain it came to me, slowly but thick like an eagle with piercing eyes. I saw it fly but only through that dream, I heard it cry but only through me. Trailing off from the brain fog I found something else, it was a small carcinogen trapped in my arm, talking through speech I hadn’t yet found out. This was the way.