[Written: 2024/11/24]

I sit here in the chambers of the long dead and forgotten Gods I once judged; their powers coursing through my veins, memories and thoughts; like a maelstrom filled with lightning and shuddering thunder, lashing down on a cub. I could do anything here, create and obliviate worlds at the focus of a fleeting thought, yet somehow I cannot control my own destiny; or the fate of the world. My powers are tangled into myself and my words, I could not be a shepherd, a father, a brother or the son that you wanted – I can only be me. My whole existence crushes into the smallest grain of dusty sand, my life under a microscope, every observation changing who I fundamentally am.

As my language changes; so must yours, a life, a love I once adored. But, I have become loosed; not even my history is set in stone. Though not fixed or broken; at least I have a home. You were a gift, to be tangled with me is not what I wanted. I sit here in the abandoned kingdom that my mind possesses, hoping and wishing that who I am does not affect you, that we could be friends without me contaminating you or your world, and that you would not need to change mine too much; and my world would become bearable again.