Game of Lies.
She is… demonic.
Pretending to be a goddess, she is no longer even a shadow of what she is supposed to be.
It is only now that I realize how difficult my task might be. If the other loony had let me slip away in peace, it was not because he accepted me as a mediator. Moreover, he had never mentioned this; all he had told me was: suppose you are the mediator.
Yes, he never considered or accepted me as a mediator.
Only deceitful. Unlike this crazy woman to whom I see clear most of her intentions, the other freak there left me only a feeling of illusory victory with a bitter taste that always persists on my tongue every time I realize that he had meticulously led me by the tip of my nose.
While he was collecting a lot of things about me, my ambitions, and my goals, I was in front of him playing the pseudo-sage; how pathetic it is.
But it's more important than worrying about things I can't fix; the present moment.