A house of glass.

I had a dream where I stood before my self .

4 versions of my self a monster. A machine. A child.

And a angel. All of them stood before me wanting me to follow the path to become them. The monster enticed me with power.

The machine with the lack of pain. The angel whispered death and eternal happiness. While child bestowed unto me a single word . And then I woke. Forgetting the words I told my self.

Which road will I take.