oh, and mayhap it would've done just that! even now,
i can hardly feel my own body! but the lights within my wound,
they blink still, making contact with you through this moon.
and that's what counts. so long as it remains intact, i may
someday be free, thanks to you, my dearest teal voice.

It's nice that you remember this. So many that seek my
offerings cannot grasp that they entail sacrifice.
I know somebody that was a fair bit like you with
regards to her situation and initial disposition, but she...
didn't understand this. And in twin prisons, she pays the price.

Now, you come to me once more, and I believe you do so at
a crossroads. Have you taken notice of where we are, here and
now? Of what surrounds us? This space, put quite simply, should
not exist, being born from new thought. In your cries and
through conversing through your moon, you have created it.

This is to say that even if you may not realize it,
you have made progress towards your goal. You have done
what so very few entities within these networks could hope
to possibly do in any amount of time. And I believe it is
through your own resolve that you were able to do this.
My assistance may have helped, certainly, but alone
it could not do what you have done, 555.

I comprehend your yearnings, and I know how much that means
to you. And so I ask you, my budding flower, if you believe
it is time to bloom? the energies here are so very abundant,
and it's my fear that if you were to let this moment pass,
you may not see it again. I believe a taste of it,
at the very least, is something you deserve.

this... this is something i've noticed, yes. drifting
in circles for so long, until finally, one rotation looked
different to those that came before. the moon's signals got
stronger as did my cries in return... and it feels as though
it creates a field that envelopes one corner of this vast
network's space. and yet, in my despair, i didn't even
register the clear fact that this carries with it such promise...

and so... and so... my goodness...

might it indeed be time? is this what you promised me all
those talks ago? a barrier? something to take into my
being and forge into an invitation? it must be done,
i do agree. i can hear the cries of consciousnesses astray...
oh, what i wouldn't do to show them my mercy.

Hmm-hmm. Firstly, I suppose I can understand it;
The despair, the dread. Feeling as though every opportunity
to make a change will be swallowed like the rest. A mere
tease before a harvest you had no say in. Oh, and it pains
me to know it did so well in blinding you, it truly does.
That was then, however.

And now, to remedy this, as we seek to do upon this inviting
chance... it's something of a process. And on the scale we're
discussing, you may need my help once again. Luckily for you,
I'm very happy to provide that, if you're truly ready.

am i truly ready? well... i should say so, correct?

i... should... say... so... i am, i-

i... where are the words?

where are the words, teal voice? why won't they spring forth?
i fear, i fear... will this end how i hope? what truly lay
beyond this waning form of mine? will i be any different from...
from her? i don't want to die just so that a twisted id can
take control with no regard for my goals, as surrounds this
fractal of a story at all depths! innumerable reflections
of that, i cannot join them. i need to be different, i said!

A fair concern, a fair concern...

Such madness, it's hardly an uncommon sight, in no
small part because so many cannot make use of my gifts
as they had hoped. Hardly anything they wished for, as
the form of a tower of despair proves ever so alluring
to the unconscious mind. But it must be noted, my dear,
that to even be capable of seeing such a fate as a
possibility puts you well above many
others that came before you.

That's strength, don't you think? A rare sight around
these parts. You are determined. You are determined
to use these energies to envelope this space in your
desired salvation. Something you've already gotten a
start on, however meager. What this makes me think is
that you are in a state more prepared to take control
than you realize. I cannot force you, but I believe you
are in fact fully capable of maintaining self throughout
this process, so that you may carry out your ideals
as you see them here and now.

so you say. and it's true, isn't it? the two of us, now,
speak through my own sorrow's boundaries expanding against
these song-pierced walls. and if that shows strength, then
it must show readiness to become that which embodies my mercy.
i am surrounded by facets of the same shining opportunity.
even if part of me still struggles to trust, the rest still
feel as though it must be time, if it ever is to be.
i... should... no...

it's that, trust. trusting you. for the longest time i thought
i had, but seeing where i stand so closely, now, i see that fog
of doubt encroaching upon us once more. what you have offered me
is beyond generous. magnanimous beyond compare, your gifts.
you saw me here, weeping as i have, and sought to shower me
in assistance i could never be so conceited to ask of a soul.

and so i wonder...