Our story begins within a secluded forest, and within that forest was a singular cabin made of peach wood.
Surrounding that cabin was a fence made of rowan wood, each piece carved with sigils and spells to ward off any and all who wished to enter.
Now you may ask, who could possibly be living in such a remote place, alone with so much protection? Well, let's find out together.
Before we enter the cabin, let me take on a more...human form. Ripping a piece of my consciousness from myself, I began creating a pale being that closely resembles a humanoid without a face or anything that would make it more human.
As I did this, I began to slowly pour the piece I had previously removed into it, and slowly it began to awaken.
"Blinking... breathing... seeing, everything seems to be in order."
"Walking towards the door, I began to gently knock, and after a second or two someone opened the door."
"Oh, I wasn't expecting you to be this early. Come inside." God spoke.
"Thanking the man, I began to walk inside his small cabin, but as I entered I seemingly found myself in a much...much bigger home."
"What are you doing?" God asked.
"Turning towards him, I asked whatever could he mean."
"That — you're narrating everything you do." God explained.
"Oh! Sorry, I hadn't noticed. I'm usually a disembodied voice that narrates everything." I explained.
"That's fine. Having a physical body can take some getting used to. Now why don't we have a drink while we chat?" God offered.
"That would be nice." I thanked him.
"Wonderful, just wait here in the living room and I'll start up the kettle." God said before walking off into the kitchen.
Once he had left, I sat down on one of the chairs within the living room, and not long after, the sound of the kettle whistling could be heard from the other room.
After four minutes, God came out holding teacups firmly in each hand. Walking towards me, he placed one of them on the coffee table and continued to hold the other.
"Please, try it." God spoke as he took a sip from his teacup.
Looking down at the teacup and grabbing it, I began drinking — well, tried to, as I had failed to account that drinking required a mouth.
And I had no mouth.
"Shame, but we could always try next time. Now then... could you explain why you're here?" God asked me.
Placing the teacup down, I replied.
"Well, as you may know, some of the readers have been rather curious about what's going to happen next, and not wanting to spoil things... I would like your input on this." I told him truthfully.
God listened to my plea, and taking another sip from his teacup, he replied.
"Well... stories like yours tend to...change, and I myself am prone to this change. Oh! Remember the alternate timeline where I decided to visit my great-grandson? Oh, that was so exciting!" God said excitedly.
"Yeah... I also remember completely halting the telling of that story. Sure, they're still alive, but... no one's going to know what happened." I replied.
God's excitement then began to slowly simmer down before he finally looked at me.
"Look, son, if you're having doubts, second thoughts, or don't know what to do, just... slow down. Live your life. The stories you tell, the worlds you create... they will always exist. And if it's good — great! You made something amazing. And if it's bad... you still made something you wanted. Don't think that just because people dislike your story it's completely bad. Just work on it, and one day... you'll get a story you feel satisfied with." God explained.
And as he explained it, I looked at him, and even without having a mouth... smiled.
"Thanks, that's just what I needed to hear." I told him.
"Of course, my son." God replied.
And as I stood up and was about to leave, I remembered something.
"You didn't really answer the question, though—" but before I could say another word, my physical body was destroyed, my consciousness rejoining the whole.
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Man... well, at least I know what to do now.
Turning around in the white void I was currently in, I looked at the floating book in front of me, and as I got closer it opened, revealing an empty page.
And with a smile from my nonexistent face, I began to write.