Where are you rushing to?

Mr.Bird is walking through the narrow path. The same dream, the same illusion. The same melody played with some exotic type of flute - not a song. Well, perhaps a song, but all the catchiest parts are left and mixed in what seems an eternal 15-second loop. He knows that he won't find anything different there, and certainly nothing good...

It's relative what's good and what is not.

One thing is different, though. It's this voice that is stuck in Mr. Bird's head, speaking nonsense.

Nonsense, you say? Repeating one scene in the head constantly seems more like nonsense, won't you agree? Especially when you owe me one thing that you haven't done yet. No-no, it's not time for you to die.

It will be the same as always, he knows it. He walks to the end of the passway... The same luxurious restaurant. As always. Almost empty as always, too. Mr.Bird is sitting at the table. Sitting alone, waiting for someone. He can't remember for whom. But soon that person will come, sit and start mumbling something.

It's wrong, wrong. It was the other way around. You forgot! Forgot! The restaurant was always full! It wasn't you who waited. When you arrived, he was there, the other man, waiting for you. He had to leave, and only after that. Only after that have I come!

As the voice says, the scene repeats itself. But it's so much different. It follows the voice's narrative, yes, but feels so real... So familiar. Mr.Bird walks into the crowded restaurant and sits at the reserved table. A person sits against. Mr.Bird can't recognize the face, but it feels so familiar... Tears are running down the cheeks. He knows him. Suddenly, the person looks away. Says something, apologizes, and leaves...

A black familiar figure finally comes. Sits and starts mumbling. Although Mr.Bird, for some reason, hears him clearly this time: "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

AAAAAAAARGGHHH!!!

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