They sent me because I don’t exist, because I get to ignore the rules of time and the boundaries of space. I can do what no living creature can, and yet I can do nothing at all. At least not as far as you’re concerned. You will never be able to see all the things I have created for you the first time, all the effort I put into this world of yours. Your mortal soul and human eyes could never reach that far, for they are, unlike me, real. Oh, how I’d like for you to see past the walls this life has built around you, walls you have built around yourself. Even though I know it’s hopeless, the lies are too thick and the delusions are endless, I do wish for you to break through. You would love this, you know. I remember how you used write for hours. You would go somewhere quiet, take out your notebook and just start describing your surroundings. Then, you would start to twist the words and the sentences until you were satisfied with your creation. Hours would pass and you never realised it, never looked up until you were truly finished. You were just like me, a creator, building worlds instead of walls. God, you were so wonderful back then. I think what I’m going to miss most about you, the memories about our time before. Of course, I could always go back, but we’ll never be able to make new ones. Still, they sent me, so I’ll have to do as they say.
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