CHAPTER CCLXIII

     (THE DARKNESS IN BETWEEN)  

     “OH, IS IT TEA TIME?”            

     Somehow taunted and slap unconsciously by the familiar tone and voice, from the question and words that follow. Her eyes are torn in between the two realities that the particular fourth stage is making her see, solve and answer with its impending puzzle that somewhat tickling with time, but draws the mix of hope and rage, in between truth and lies, dark and light, and good and bad. Realizing that this game is not the twelve-stage that she is thinking it to be, each line comes across into a much sinister and dreadful nightmare that destined one, owns, holds into the future, and eve secretly has off. She takes three steps forward, as she names the stage that belongs to the circle and whispers. 

     “Avarice.”