“I see him almost every night. He moves behind my eyelids, sifting thorough my personal experiences and memories. I always forget what he looks like until I see him lumbering around so slow and selectively. His face is expressionless, and even his movements don’t really suggest any real emotion. However, every time he consumes one of my memories, the insides of his face light up, his heart rotates and he is fueled with intent. The dull illuminated glare that bleeds from his face reeks of satisfaction as he continues moving on…â€
