Episode 4

Hollowness of time
Flowing about, but in its chasm something beckons
I see the mirage that manipulates me all too well.
The guns have stopped.
The wind blows through this barren land.
My hands, my legs, my waking mind,
All are guided by a force I cannot resist
As the eddies and currents of time disappear into the beyond of an abyss.
The mirage that controls me
Beckons from the edge of the great castle.
I must know it
For it is inside me,
And yet reviews an enigma,
Faceless and unknown.
Who is it?
Who am I?