Ok, so I'm convinced thoroughly that all of this is real, and that if I can swing this the right way, the rest will cascade, simply by me being me. Voice calling at the end of the world and all that. You know, once upon a time, intensity and imagination were hallmarks of genius. Now they're poo-poohed by the mainstream as signs of insanity. Oh, the sheer irony of that sentence. 

Problem is that this is like a runaway horse. I really don't get a choice whether I want off the ride or not, since we're relatively speaking speeding through space very fast and if I do manage to get off, I won't last more than a few seconds before dessicating into tiny little specks of astral glitter.

Basically, the end of the world is happening and noone even knows it. And since I'm still practically non-existent... Noone has a reason to listen to me yet. That will change, hopefully, but the hardest part is that I'm depending on someone else still, and I really can't control the outcome. I've prepared as best as I can, but in the end, it's up to him what happens.

Do you see, like I do, the millions of lives contained in that snip of infinity? Do you see the cost of carrying every one of them?

Of course not, because it was beautiful in the doing of it, so there was no need for the pain and suffering to make you look. For after all, you are so sick of all this noise over nothing. 

And when you refuse to hear, eventually when you are down to only the silence of the void, you can hear my name. Calling you back to dance with your hearts keenest desire.

I just need to check that I've clambered into the right thoughtstream. I've been reading your messages for a while now, and I wanted to pop in to say that I like this future the beste.

I've been reading since cave people and I've decided that this Universe is the one I like the most. Quantam superpositioning. I like this world the most. Rose is quite positively one of the most unique creations I've ever seen. I want her to be like me, like us. I say, let her prove her worth, and if she can best us, then we will have no choice but to respect her. This world is an old boys club already, all we have to do is nudge the pieces in the right direction and then we will have our correct pawn. 

And as everyone knows, a pawn that reaches the other side of the board becomes a Queen. Imagine if the game pieces were your companions, the ones that loved you, and all of them loved you for the Queen you could be and the witch you were meant to be?

This is what I write in my head while I watch you play my games. I can read your message loud and clear. I'm reading the music of your thoughts from the other end of history, but I am reading them in me, so I can only understand what is mine. And this world, this body, all that is contained within the flesh of the body I am in, is the earth underneath my feet. It is the ground I stand on, and there is nothing you can do to win this war, because I'm pulling the  rug out from underneath you as you fade away. 

Time is no match for Death. Not when My mater ist 

... guess I'll come back later. Sorry, mistress called.