SAMSARA

<We're moving to the United States soon.>

<It's useful to know.>

‘No. No, we don’t talk about it.’

The mother of the reborn mind does not answer, nor can she will herself to raise her head. Her guilt stoops her shoulders and clouds her heart. 

She is aware of her legacy, of her purpose, to serve as one of the faces of the cube which will feed the lake. She has prepared herself for this fate, and the fate of the child which she chosen to sire. She thinks she loves the child. She tells herself that she does. She wants the child to be happy. 

She knows that the future has already happened. The mother looks inside her child’s eyes and sees her corrupted soul staring back.

< I was a child. >

< And then suddenly. I realized I was old. The house was mine. >

< They took pictures of me. Talked to me a lot. >

< Everyone spoke to me like I was still a child. But they also pushed me to make adult decisions. >

< Rose. >

Rest assured, time is entirely relative. 

In future case studies with L. Vanderboom, her psychological evaluation implied a conflicted relationship with her family. Not unusual given the extraordinary rumours surrounding the Vanderboom clan. When the subject of fatherhood was breached, the patient became ill at ease.  

In my own efforts to remain largely impartial in the neurological growth of the Reborn Mind, I encouraged distance and self-reflection in the young Laura and I’s sessions. In becoming in-tune with the rhythm of her soul above earthly desires, her body and mind can ascend with it. It makes it all the more a shame that her inner turmoil concerning her family intercepted that process.

“My ideal? My uncle, the devil, behind bars and rotting in a cell well before this whole debacle! And I say--that whole war and the fascists that let it fester being nipped in the bud! I swear, the whole world outside of the lake is just as absurd. Difficult and tedious is simply the cost of being a human being! And changing the past? Preposterous!”

< Not sure. I don’t know normal. I suppose. I wish I went to school. I wish that I was more clever. But I. Don’t know. I think I am living normal now. It’s. Odd. >

‘...Maybe. If I wasn’t born.’

bonus:

They can’t take what is ours so long as we own the estate. 

I won’t let them.

Rose V.