Dess Holiday

«I guess that's the story of life: what you most fear never happens, but what you most yearn for never happens either. This is the difference between life and fiction. I suppose it's a good trade-off. But I'm not sure.»

— Philip K. Dick

Walking through the endless darkness, Dess looked around sadly, hoping to find a way out of this dark world. This strange comatose dream has already become commonplace, a frightening commonplace. There's no one around, just a strange scratching noise. She felt like she was floating somewhere between despair and madness, in a place where even memories were starting to unravel.

Lowering her head down, Dess stared at the dark land

“Must it be my fate to wander, lost in shadows evermore?” she whispered