Old Man

"Where do you come from?"
He just looked at me. Or did he? Those sunken spots where his eyes should've been were fixed in my direction.
"Did somebody do that to you?"
He just breathed, slowly, not showing any emotion.
"How long have you been here?"
His eyelids closed on empty spaces, like someone who wishes to reflect.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Slowly, he opened his eyelids again.
"Is there...."
"You came from me, and you ask such a thing? You will return to me, by me, for you came from me, by me. You reside in me, within me. You exist in me, for me, with me."
"I am your father, and I am Death. I bring faith just as I bring despair. It's because of me that you live, and it's because of me that you will cease to be. I gave birth to peace and I created war. Time is me, just like I am its source."
As I turned to run, everything went black.
And then I was looking at a young boy. As soon as he saw me, he asked:
"Where do you come from?"
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