It's been about six or so hours, but what is time? Time is simply a complex measurement of space, measured by hands, measuring my life as gravity grips my skin and pulls. My skin succumbs, settling and dripping like wax...
I hear the cackling and jabber of a madman and as soon as it's heard, the vibrations begin twisting and sauntering in my direction; an enticing harmonious melody made especially for me. My name.
I puff... exhale. Entranced by the smoke, I was startled when my eyes met with a wicked Cheshire grin seemingly floating below two huge, black ovals. "I am the eggman", he repeated. "Yes?"
"We are the eggmen", I hear myself say.