I am walking in a garden where pointed and soft-edged plants rise from the ground covered with forks. This is the garden of a two-storey house, frequently visited by cats and dogs. Only a small child and his mother live in the house. His father left them some time ago, leaving no note and no hint that he was leaving. When the mother woke up one day, she saw that she was alone in bed. First, she calmly searched all over the house and called out, but did not receive an answer. She tried this for a few more days but still got no answer, so in the end she took her child out to play in the garden and left him to go home and drink a little and then cry. After her crying stopped, she hoped for her husband to return, but she cried in vain. The child continued to play in the garden as he did every day. After a few weeks, she forgot about her father, acting as if that man never existed. His mother thought about taking her child to a psychiatrist to understand and make sense of this situation, but then she gave up. Maybe it would have been better to keep it that way.

The child thought he saw his father in the garden every day. He played games with him, and when he got tired, he would lie on his father's lap. He knew that he was experiencing these things in his mind, but years later he would begin to question questions about what was playing games with him, that it wasn't like this in reality. In this way, he spent time with his dream for a long time, until he started primary school. His mother was unaware of everything, she thought that her child was making everything ordinary, playing games with himself or having an imaginary friend every now and then. She never asked her child what was going on. One day, when she saw things she couldn't explain in the garden, she started asking questions. The child was suddenly off the ground and suspended in the air; When he stood up while playing by rolling over, his hands and face would be covered in blood.

October, 2023 by Demon Ego