.wander

I'm tired. I've been wandering in this field for days, years, now centuries...

There are so many daisies. I swear that I had already died. I remember the night, the knife, and the resolving darkness. I've already lived my life, why live this one? This can't be the afterlife.

I must have done something wrong. Did I? Never in my life have I strayed from the pure path of good...Am I cursed to wander a field of daisies for eternity?