A classroom. I am in a classroom. Like a video on loop, the unchanging sunset blankets me everyday. The same color of sunset. The same color blankets me. The same color of...Everyday, I return here as if it's some kind of ritual. Why? To observe. What am I here to observe? To...observe. What am I...?

Let's go home. Let's go home and sleep. I might have another nightmare tonight. Even so...there's not much difference between reality and these nightmares. It's nothing more than a prison. The end of this day...once again, I feel as if my consciousness and memories are stagnating...

Regardless, am I even able to confidently say that my life isn't a mere dream by some comatose patient? I possess an unshakable distrust in my five senses. And in...my own consciousness as well...Who...who am I, really?