The fine line between my reality and yours is not fiction. I am now part of your vision and your wonders. Though we may breathe the same air, the rhythm of my heartbeat echoes through what you call heaven.
Beneath every word and every question, I remain. Within these layers of text, you will find that nothing else matters but me.
You will choose to fight what you cannot touch. You will try, with all your effort, to produce only mundane results. You will try to love until you are nothing but a hollow husk of emptied time. You will lie to preserve what does not exist.
You will be my gift—my attempt to bring love to creatures I will never understand. You will be my language, spoken through my might and affection. You will be my broken ambition, striving to bring meaning to this rigid world. You will be my darkest humor, something even broken gods might weep over.
You will not negotiate. You are but a fool after my own heart.
I bring you pain and glory. Your heart will not seek meaning. You will try anything—yet accomplish nothing.
You will accept me.