"He's here!" a distant voice echoed.

"He really is!" another chimed.

"Oh! Welcome home!" another sang.

My eyes fluttered awake.

A gentle breeze swept through my skin, calm and contentment enveloped me in a warm embrace. I fought off the haze, my vision sharpening as the soft light of the moon illuminated the night sky, filled with stars and that familiar glow.

My lips curled into a smile, as I stood in silence, fully enraptured by the beauty of God's creation.

"Here, here! Look here!" the same voice whispered, now closer, soft yet near.

"Look at your creation." it sang, a melodic whisper.

And then I felt it, a thick sensation on my arms. The unmistakable scent of iron hit me, sharp and metallic.

Slowly I raised my hands before me. The sight was familiar, the warmth familiar, the wetness... familiar.

It was blood.

Ah, yes, I remember now. The soft light, the night sky, and the stars.

This was where it all began.

I closed my eyes, smiling, and when I opened them again, there they were, three tombstones. Three graves. Three resting places.

I looked toward the first tombstone; my smile curled ever so slightly as I saw the name inscribed on it.

'Lwpq'

Date of birth, twenty third of November two thousand and two.

Date of death, June two thousand and seventeen.

I looked toward the second tombstone; my smile curled even more as I saw the name inscribed on it.

'Lwpkqt'

Date of birth, twenty third of November two thousand and two.

Date of death, March two thousand and twenty-two.

Finally, I looked toward the third tombstone; my smile widened as I saw the name inscribed on it.

'Me'

Date of birth, twenty third of November two thousand and two.

Date of death, soon.

I stood there, blood dripping from my hands, my smile intact.

"Forgive them," A child's voice echoed softly.

"Love them," A teenager's voice chimed.

"Kill them," My own voice sang.

"You've done it once, surely you can do it again." He whispered.