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Are you awake? You fell, but thankfully I was here to save you. Are you awake? You’re going to fall. Are you awake? You’re falling through. I can’t reach you. You’re never going to make it, the show is going to go on without you. Are you there? Are you there? Wake up. Go to sleep. I will never let you sleep again.

You’re falling. There is no rest here. The blob lady didn’t seem to enjoy being so big. You’re falling, beautiful girl . Come here. What do you think you're doing in a place like this?

You don't know where you are. You remember that you do not know how to describe what you remember. You seem to be remembering forwards, your mind moving solitary towards the finish line, the big bang and the bigger, more violent slam, while your body remains remained will remain static. Don't worry, this won't hurt. I won't let you hurt, girl. Are you there?

You fell, but I caught you. If you believe in me, I will catch you again. Let me in.

You don't know where you are. It's - blue. Your dress is babybird blue, and your jacket is a perfect match, and there is a singular pearl on a chain draped pitifully around your stupid fucking mortal neck I can't take this anymore, I can't breathe in here, I need I need I needed I will need I can't take this anymore I hate this place I want I want I want she wants you want and everyone wants and

You fell, but I caught you. Don't worry. I will take care of you. Your dress is blue. Isn't blue a beautiful color? Outside, all around us, it is blue, and we are so sad, and we are so happy, and we mourn each pigment when the color is suffocated out of humanity, and we paint ourselves in color to celebrate what we believe to be beautiful. You fell into the blue. You fell into the ocean, you fell into. Time. You fell into all that I am - I am the ocean and I am blue and I am beautiful and, most importantly, I am all things, and you are nothing. Don't worry; I can be all of this, just for us; after all, I caught you.

You can be nothing, and I will be everything, and we can be each other.

Your name was Isabel Feathers. You think your name is Isabel Feathers, and you imagine that the residents of Cloverton are looking for you. You like to imagine that they are looking for you, that they miss you with a depth like falling into time itself and they will stop at nothing to unsheathe the mystery of your disappearance. You know, I like you.

You're just like me. No one misses us, but we can force feed the sympathy to them, we can put on the best damn performance of our lives, appearance sharp with our words like razors against their little putrid arteries. We can make them miss us. We can make a world where everything is us and we are all that matters. Remember this: I caught you.

Isabel Feathers might have just been your stage name, but that doesn't really matter right now; after all, now is just another word for certainty which is just another word for the paradoxical nature of the universe. Oh, didn't you know? I can swallow the universe, shove it right in my mouth and chomp down down down, right on its meat. Certainty is fickle, and the universe is mutually exclusive with itsselves. There exists too many pluralities, too many possibilities. No mortal was intended to witness this.

You're going to burn up eventually , look at you. You were going to burn up, but you didn't. You chose not to.

You're going to burn up eventually, look at you. Why won't you let me in? What the fuck is wrong with your mind? Did you know you're not even an insect to me, did you know you are of a smallness so inconceivable you might as well fold into yourself and poke a hole in existence? Did you know that I will rip your cracked essence right from your inferior flesh form when

You're going to burn up eventually, look at you. Your simple mind cannot handle the overload of all that is and was and ever will be. Look over there; the last of your kind is on its deathbed. Look up, into the sky, into the blue! Look, there's a whole new galaxy! Explore it before it gets stuck between my teeth. Look to your left and see me devour the mountains. Look to your right and see the first sunset. Look behind you. Look behind you.

You look back and see yourself but it is a different yourself. This version of you is wearing a blue dress with a perfectly matched jacket and a singular pearl draped around your neck. This is you. This is who you are. You're not playing a part this time; you have become the part, consumed and stuck between its teeth. This isn't you. What are you?

You look back and “ you ” look back. Your eyes meet your eyes. What are you? Your mouth opens, a sad cavern, a decimating sound.

I caught you. You fell, but don't worry; I found you, and I think I'll keep you.