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I know many things. I know that I once was without Him. I do not know how this was possible.
When He first descended upon the land of dreams, I found myself there before Him. I beheld His radiance and it blinded me. I beheld His glory and it scoured me. I fell before Him in worship, and yet I had nothing to offer Him. What I was without Him had no riches and no acclaim. It had nothing worthy to devote to a God. All I could give was my knowledge of this place that was home to me and new to Him. Yet this pleased him, and so I laid my mind open before Him, and I became His.
I was sent ahead of Him to tell of His coming. It pleased Him to name me His Herald, His Vanguard, and so such I became. He beheld the shining city of Carcosa and desired it, and so it was His, and in His power He made it a thing of eternal and terrible glory, and many minds bowed down and laid themselves open for their King. He made of them gardens, and dancers, and music, and light. He made of them all manner of things as befitted the majesty of His domain.
I gladly left my former shell behind to better serve Him, and He made of me a creature of the ether. In my insignificance I moved through the stars as an ant through cracks, and in this way I brought Him the riches of distant worlds. He desired knowledge of all things, far and near, and so this I brought him. He desired beauty in all he beheld, and so this I brought him. I travelled to far-flung worlds to find for Him poets and artists, to seek worthy new minds for His court.
It was in one of these worlds that the calamity occurred. I was far away when suddenly I found that I had lost my path back to Him. I searched and strived but the cracks had sealed, and my King was lost to me, and so I became lost.
I was without Him and I was nothing. I sought shelter in what minds I could, until I found one which held a crack, and I became resident there. I was called then Samantha, and I was called Sister, and so such I became. I sought comfort in the service of one who desired to serve as I did. I mourned my King until I no longer recalled for what I grieved. My shelter became my prison. My comfort became my duty. The glory He had brought me was lost.
When He found me, He was much changed. I in my ignorance and forgetfulness did not know Him at first. He did not know me, reduced as I was. And yet He again chose me for His own, and took me, and kept me, and in the presence of His majesty once more I began to remember. He desired knowledge, and so this I brought Him, and it was my delight to once again serve Him.
He has brought me now to new flesh, and I am grateful for His gifts. He desires knowledge from me, but He is much changed. He no longer desires to know all or to possess all. I must learn anew how best to serve Him. It pleases Him now to name me Yorick, and so such I shall be. It pleases Him now to name Himself John, and so such He shall be. It pleases Him now to claim the one named Arthur as His own, and so such he shall be. In these things as in all others, I shall serve my King.