. . . memories of nightmares and delusions of the imagination haunt me from time to time. One of them I realize now resembles a character I plan to place within my Fantasy story that has yet to be written "Where Ends Meet." A character disgarded from the moment of his existance speaks in a terribly fast tongue, providing a surplus of information within seconds to await a simple response. If the relatively correct response was given, then you would be rewarded in his own manner. As he coughs his mouth open as wide as it will go, they peer beyond the hinges of his Jaw, and from benieth the shadow of his teeth and lips cast, another mouth, bigger than the last, opens up. However, the row of teth part sideways. Not noticed at first, this row of teeth looks slightly sharper than the initial set seen. A thied mouth opens as the second flushes open. With each new mouth approaching at a static angle towards the winner, its range spreads about as wide to one's form just as quickly a metal ball submerges under water. Beautiful but terrible in its own right, a hundred mouths unhinged, opening and welcome appears to be receeding when in turn, something is being eaten within that instant. It surely isn't the looser.

A pair of eyes, younger than mine and not as far separated, stare back at me once I am awake with both eyes closed. Even if it is for a moment to blink, they stare, wide-eyed. And then the hand which covers my sight as soon as I turn that second too late. After the moment of darkness, the rest is left to the worry of the unknown in that case.

Silly imagination.