[Music] [Music] artists have read it what would you draw if your drawing could come to life it was one of those random bait questions I posted to fish for Commerce the answers were predictable but they kept streaming in and it was more than fine without procrastination is an art for which I was willing to suffer then I saw it an obscure comment lost in the chaos the corpse of my twin the sicko I murmured to myself ready to move on but of course I read the rest of the post my twin brother is a stillborn I got lucky and lived but he did not the baby never opened his eyes or breathe or lived so I can only draw his fork please accept my sincere condolences don't pity me I don't deserve it I deserve to die I caused his death how that's not true he had no control over his death no but his voice in my head is saying the opposite it says that I stole his life that I'm a selfish jerk that I betrayed us I listened to him because it is right listen you're imagining stuff okay how could you have done that you weren't born I cheated him out of the right to be born first how that's madness I don't know whether voice told me so his voice my brother's voice and I believe him the doubt in me was reaching a dangerous level bubbling just below the surface ready for eruption was this really an agonizing brother who lost his mind over guilt were just a very committed Patrol Mayan ranged fingers slammed the keys at the speed of anger listen up mate you either need to see a psychologist or Ally ologist do you think this is funny notification flared up mere minutes after I posted mine almost like he was sitting behind the screen eager to answer without hesitation I don't need you to believe me I don't believe myself either I only believe the voice his voice okay that's perfect so how is that that your dead brother is living in your head and talking to you where did he learn to speak anyways in the grave I taught him I dug his bones Oh Washington joined the dresser and taught him to speak the pathetic little psychotic liar die I wrapped it pouring all my anger and disgust into one venomous syllable of unhelpful hatred nevertheless he persisted thank you I have finished the preparation what no reply i sat in bewilderment and fear how could I not only when another notification flared up my unfroze and clicked on it a link to a photo the camera angle was low looking up into an almost empty room a lifeless body was hung from the ceiling and underneath him a small part of glow among which lay a baby-sized call silently bore witness to the unexplained