I can remember a time when I was ignorant. Ignorant to the truth, convinced that the impossible would forever stay that way. I used to laugh at the theories and claim nonsense.

Now all I am left with is questions. Every thought, every relationship, every aspect of my life is questionable. What part of me is really me? How long have they been watching and what is their plan? How do I tell the difference between what I have always thought and what is real?

I am real. Seth is real. But that doesn't ease my confusion. I know the identity that has been given to me. The only mystery left to solve is what am I?