They stand on the edge of a cliff, unsure about who they really are and who they want to be. A few hours ago there was certainty and possibilities, but now all they see is land that just ends. Is today tomorrow? Or is tomorrow yesterday? The only way to find out is to leap into the future.

They fall through the days, like falling off a cliff. Wind and days pass without impact. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need your help. My name is Klaine, and I’m being held in a basement/dungeon somewhere. Help me, I can’t live like this!

Every single day I’m tortured for ideas for this blog thing. They squeeze my brain until a good idea comes out. The pain is unbearable. I just want to go home, but it’s been so long I don’t know where home is.

I’m taking a risk telling you this, but generally my evil overlord only reads the first paragraph. I’m sorry for interrupting the story, the evil overlord never lets me type so I had to take the opportunity. Anyway, the story ends with a big thud, some call it the ground, others call it Monday.