Grave-Keeper: Don’t tarry here, Watcher.

I couldn’t help but return and examine the corpse I had stepped over. What had been a candle was left burnt to nothing by the body. I noticed a paper note, suspiciously conspicuous, left unfolded by them. I picked it up and read these words:

“Is that you? Have you come here to kill me? This is what you have always wanted, is it not? Now is your chance.

No, not kill me. What is me? Kill my sense of unity, my ground of being.

Let me think on my ground of being.

The being is gone, and I feel…I feel. What do we feel now? What do we do?

What am I? What I am?

Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”