When I was younger, my imagination was incredible. I didn’t have any friends – so I created one, Hobbes. I constructed entire planets for myself. Â Â But as I grew up, I tried to leave childish things behind; my imagination had other ideas. And my daydreams, once harmless, slowly turned into a frightening reality.
It knows I’m growing up. It’s fighting back. Evolving. And I don’t think I can stop it. Things are getting worst: Hobbes is gone. He’s somewhere inside my mind. I’ve got to go after him, or my imagination will take over.