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There is a presence in my mind, an alarm if you will. It is very annoying, and also a comfort too. I haven't heard many noises like this in my life. It seems to be a call to action, but with it comes the fears of inadequacy. How that affects the alarm is unknown, but it definitely heightens the volume.
The wrench faced outward, revealing it's multi-faceted nature. It did not want to be touched, but if it had to be, it would do the work it was commissioned to do, and that work was tough. In many ways, it was like someone had pushed the wrench to do something as multi-socketed as it.
There is a dark room. It is filled with things of a human nature. This is an exercise in futility, the dark room says. Whatever that means, the ominous tone of the voice sends chills down your back. This is not home, this is not an illusion, this is life.