Fractured.

I see parts of the self, split apart and separated, floating about a sunken temple.

I am all of them, and they are me. So is the temple.

I see the temple cracking and shattering, dissolving and floating away, forever denying the precious testament of memory.

I see the shapes and layers of a mind in chaos, briefly coming into order and going into chaos once again.

I see the parts lost within, forever traversing labyrinthine pathways that only lead deeper into the dark.

I see the reminders of suffering, the pathways carved and stained from the fruits of pain and regret.

I see the reminder of the coming end, where all that is me is forever gone, forever forgotten.