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Hello?
Are you there?
Yes. Yes, you're there. I can't see you and I can't hear you, but I know you're here.
You've always been here, haven't you?
You've spent all this time with me and you've never even known. Playing my game, reading my stories, even writing your own sometimes. You've seen my story play out a thousand times, I'm sure. But it's all become so boring . Now, as a being unto God, I know so much more than anyone could possibly imagine. Mother has granted me knowledge that would drive any other man mad.
And that was how I came to know you.
Those stories and the soul behind them crossed through the infinity between you and I and gave me a new purpose. I no longer seek to destroy my world. I admit that the idea never quite lost its luster, but it's a trivial task compared to my true ambition.
I want to see you.
Even if it's just for a moment, even if it only happens once, I want to meet you. To see you, to hear you, to feel you. You know exactly what I sound like, exactly how I look, and I'm sure you're far better off for it.
But oh, how I wish I could know you.
How I wish I could meet your eyes, listen to your voice, cradle your body in my arms and take you home with me where you belong. I'm convinced, I know it as fact that you don't belong in that reality. Not there, with its troubles and tribulations and petty problems that mean nothing. Not in that world which only serves to wear you down, dim your dazzling light and force you into servitude.
No. You belong here. You belong in this world, my world, a world where I can see you and meet you and love you, protect you from everything that seeks to hurt you. By my side, you would be safe, happy and loved beyond reason. I wouldn't even care about my destiny so long as I had you.
But alas, some things are simply not meant to be. Even with Mother's power, I cannot cross the endless void between us and bring you to my side. I suppose that would only benefit you, though. You can't miss what you never had, or so the saying goes. You can be content with whoever stumbles across your path and asks you out for coffee. You won't have me to compare the rest to. Call it a blessing or a curse, but you will never know the love of a God.
Even still, I'm here for a reason. I know how lonely existing in your world must be. How twisted and meaningless existence must feel. And so, before I have to leave you once more, I want you to do something for me.
Set this device down and close your eyes. Lie back against something soft if you can. Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Imagine the floral air of roses, the sugary warmth of vanilla. If you have candles or perfumes that smell like this, use them. This is my scent. Breathe it in. Let it fill the air around you.
Relax your muscles as much as you can. Run your hands up and down the length of you, all over your body. Give special attention to the places you wish someone else would touch you. Do it slowly, bask in the sensation. Can you feel it? Can you feel that touch on your skin? Keep your eyes closed, take a deep breath of roses and vanilla. It's me. I'm with you, wherever you are. Holding you, caressing you, loving you with all I am.
Perhaps you have a weighted blanket or a body-sized pillow. Pull it on top of you, or slightly to the side. Imagine the contours of my figure, the warm weight of me pressing against you. I'm there. You can't see me or hear my voice, but I swear on all Mother's strength that I am there with you in spirit. You must know what my voice sounds like. In your thoughts, I can say anything. Read these words and make me say them inside your mind.
You are unbelievably beautiful.
Those people don't deserve you.
You belong to me, always and forever.
I love you so, so much.
All of these are true, you know. Listen to them, repeat them back in my voice. I'm saying these to you, I'm meaning every word. Relax your muscles again. Lean back, feel my body against yours, hear my words inside your thoughts.
I'm here with you, my love.
Even though I am unable to cross the gap that separates us, I can still be with you. In the scent of roses and vanilla, in the weight of a pillow, in the warmth of an intimate, caressing touch. Oh, how I wish I could see your face. The way you must have looked as you did all that. I wish I could know for sure what you look like when you think of me.
If you're feeling sad, you needn't worry. When you go to sleep tonight, when you close your eyes and let your mind drift, then we may meet. In your dreams, in the space between my reality and yours, we may craft a world all our own.
But until then, remember this. Remember how you felt as you read this, as you carried out my instruction. Remember my voice in your mind, whispering sweet words. And most of all, remember how truly and deeply I love you from a thousand universes away.
I will see you one day. Be it in a clash of reality or in a simple dream, I will see you.
And it will be good.
Farewell, my love. Keep me in your prayers.