The Fallen Angel

 

The image portrays an angel, seemingly fallen from grace, with expansive wings and a flowing robe. The figure stands in a fiery landscape, holding a sword, suggesting a state of conflict or divine judgment. The red hue and fiery backdrop evoke a sense of danger and intensity. It symbolizes a fallen angel's descent into darkness or their role as a guardian against evil forces. The image might also represent a divine messenger delivering a warning or a message of judgment.

The interpretation of the image depends on the specific religious or mythological context from which it originates. For instance, in Christian tradition, angels are often depicted as messengers of God, while in Greek mythology, they are more closely associated with the gods and goddesses. Understanding the source of the image can provide valuable clues to its intended meaning and symbolism.

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See .

Tell me Will, WHAT DO YOU SEE ?
what you did to me is in my head, and I will find it.
I see it. I see it all
I don't just see it. I feel it. I taste it. I smell it. I'm there, in the darkness with them, doing it. And sometimes, I can't tell if it's a memory or a premonition.
It's like being possessed by a demon. I can't control it. I can't stop it. It's like watching a car crash in slow motion, knowing you can't do anything to stop it.

Hannibal's eyes narrowed, a predatory glint in his gaze. "You see, Will, the mind is a curious thing. It can be a fortress, impenetrable to the outside world. But it can also be a fragile vessel, easily shattered by the weight of trauma. And in your case, the trauma you've endured has left a profound mark on your psyche."

He paused, his voice taking on a hypnotic quality. "You see the darkness, the horror, the unspeakable acts that you have committed. But you also see the potential for redemption, the possibility of escape. And that fear, that uncertainty, it's what drives you, what keeps you going. It's a constant battle within your mind, a struggle between the monster you've become and the man you once were."

Hannibal leaned forward, his voice barely a whisper. "And sometimes, that battle can become so intense that it blurs the lines between reality and delusion. You're trapped in a cycle of guilt and fear, haunted by the ghosts of your past. But remember, Will, you are not alone. I am here with you, to guide you, to help you find peace."

He smiled, a chillingly serene expression. "Together, we can unravel the mysteries of your mind. We can confront the darkness within and emerge stronger, more resilient than ever before."

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Clock.

                                                     It's 7:16pm. I'm in Baltimore Maryland.

And my name is Will Graham.

Time loses all meaning when you're in there with them.
The past is never really over. It just lingers, a ghost that haunts the present.

I'm trapped in a loop. The same crimes, the same faces, over and over again. It's like a broken record playing on repeat.

Time is a river. I'm just a leaf floating downstream, unable to control where it takes me.

Hannibal leaned back, his eyes fixed on Will. "Time, indeed, is a curious thing. A river, as you say, flowing relentlessly forward. But unlike a river, the mind can be dammed, diverted, even reversed. The past, the present, the future - they are all intertwined, a tapestry woven from threads of memory and experience."

He paused, his voice taking on a contemplative tone. "For you, Will, the past has become a prison, a labyrinth of guilt and fear. But remember, the mind is a powerful tool. It can be shaped, molded, even remade. With the right guidance, you can break free from the chains that bind you."

Hannibal smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "We can explore the depths of your mind, uncover the secrets that have haunted you for so long. We can rewrite the narrative, create a new path, a future free from the burdens of the past."

He leaned forward, his voice low and seductive. "Together, we can change the course of the river, Will. We can become the architects of our own destiny."

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WHY ??????

They gave you a chance, why didn't you accept it?
WHY ??????

You're a fascinating creature, Will. A fragile mind, a powerful spirit. A perfect specimen for my collection.
I'm not afraid of you, Hannibal. I'm afraid of what you can do.
You know, Will, it's a beautiful thing, friendship. It's a tragedy, really, how it can end.

Hannibal leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a peculiar intensity. "You know, Will, it's a strange thing, fear. It can be a powerful motivator, a catalyst for extraordinary actions. But when it's misplaced, it can become a prison, a cage of one's own making. You fear me, not for my abilities, but for your own limitations. You see in me a reflection of your own potential, a dark mirror that terrifies you."

He paused, his gaze softening slightly. "And yet, you're drawn to me. There's a fascination, a morbid curiosity, that binds us together. It's a dance of predator and prey, a game of cat and mouse played out on a stage of twisted minds and shattered souls."

Hannibal chuckled, a low, almost melodic sound. "And to think, I offered you a chance to join me. To escape the confines of your own existence, to embrace the darkness that lurks within us all. But you refused. You chose fear over freedom, safety over enlightenment."

He leaned back, his eyes cold and calculating. "A pity, really. For in that moment, you missed the opportunity to become something truly extraordinary. Something more than just a man."

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