Aghh made from midnight adrenaline I’m praying I don’t wake up and feel regret so- “Why can’t you just put me in an eternal dream at this second? I see you put other people in illusions, illusions to cease time, but why not the person who asks? I served you, I did everything I was supposed to, don’t I get a favor in return?” “You miss your friend, is that right? Look at your hand. You’re holding a shard. You need to put it down and face me.” “This shard is special to me in some way, I’m not just dropping it for you.” “How is it special?” “I don’t remember, exactly. Details are hazy. But I know it was a beautiful glass sculpture, of what, I don’t know, but I have a gut feeling it was, so let me keep this shard and find the others.” “A dream isn’t all you make it out to be. It’s a trap. You see your friend in your dream, right? But they aren’t your friend. You visit them every night and try not to wake to speak with them for hours on end, but they aren’t your friend. Clear your sight, they aren’t your friend. They’re a figment of your imagination. If you asked the figure what the friend’s deepest secret was, it can’t answer. The figure is you. It’s knowledge goes as far as yours. You can’t go hunting for the shards. One day, you will certainly find many sharp shards, sharper than the ones you know. Doesn’t holding this shard hurt? Those shards will be unbearable. It will hurt more to hold onto your shard, less to let it go. Temporary pain, healing. Maybe the shard was a part of the prettiest sculpture you’ve seen, but you can find a lot of pretty statues. I have one, just for you.”
Cool life lesson: glass sculptures are expensive go get a Barbie doll I’m going to cringe so hard tomorrow I will probably consider taking this down so when I do forget about it Nvm
