My name is solace

 Peter is that you?

-No my name is not Peter.

Oh, Why are you not him?

-I was born someone else, my own light, my own dark, my own burdens. Lies and truths.

What am I supposed to do, Peter is not here. I seek him.

-Is it dark there?

Yes it's dark and empty, There's no substance.

-Are you fading?

Yes, it's like I'm slowly disappearing but it's taking years.

-Will someone else complete you, save you from your purgatory?

Maybe not.

-Is the Darkness your friend or enemy?

It frightens me.

-Is your solace your enemy?

Yes it is the most wretched, dreadful thing, it wants me to die.

-Please stop, I can't hear anymore.

Why? What did I say?

-You are offending me.