Oh, 555... Please, come closer so that I may dry your tears...
An escort such as yourself must remain firm, you know.
An escort, yes... That is, really, what you seek to embody,
is not? Somebody who shows themselves to these despair-ridden
masses and takes them to another place... Hmm, actually,
there might be a better word for that, don't you think?
But I digress... do you now truly believe it is time?
I could not be so cruel as to waste another moment if you are
prepared. So - Ah! Oh, please... those wasteful waterworks,
they're doing you no good...
do you think it's so easy to just seal my emotions up?
i can't do that anymore, teal voice! i can't! i live only in death,
and i've been told to smile, smile, and smile one little bit more to
all who cross my path! but i can't smile. all i can do
isSsxxcxCxSsSsggrGGIVE THIS WORLD SOMETHING TO SMILE ABOUT.
I CEASE MY QUESTIONING.
HOLD ME CLOSE, AND
MAKE
ME
DIFFERENT.
Then hold still, sweetie. Close your eyes as I make
these walls bleed. And now, come closer.
Closer...
Closer, dear...
Mmm... Do you feel it? Do you feel me? I am something else.
And together we may fly away, to Someplace Else.
Open your eyes once more, and take my hand. Show no reservation,
and feel no pain. Show me your stream of consciousness,
and allow me to take hold...
Just...
like...
That.
...!
It is done, 555! Blood of three colors rains down
in streaking, gushing cuts. Speak to me once again!
Let us see what rises from these wounds...
...oh... please, thank... y-you - wh-?
where...? what am i, now? this... this form?
i lay in pieces! where is the gown? where are the locks?
this is not- this is nnnnNOT-
Shh... I promise, the state you are in will be of greater
assistance than what you dreamt of. You are unstable,
to be certain, but that may allow you to bond this
and surrounding spaces, should only you try to do so.
Reach out. Not to me, but anywhere at all.
Look closely at what happens.
you- no... no... no, alright... gah! ugh, how revolting!
a streak of darkness reflecting not colors of minds,
but nothing at all! nothing, nothing, nothing...!
so much nothing, too much nothing... oh, and how
it spreads! it is becoming so dark, teal voice.
so dark, so dark... but i hear voices. voices
other than you or i... i'm becoming something else...!
Something special, to be specific. I hear them too,
you know. And that's your purpose, don't you see?
They cry out for you, so desolate... Hear them clearly,
as this space falls apart around us, just as ordained!
After all, what good would tears do? Pay close attention
to your remaining eye, and notice how you cannot cry anymore.
falling apart, and it's all put before my eye! surrounding
me with a dance of receding entropy, as though i am to
carry this forth to you! and that eye, yes, not a
tear will fall from it... vapor, vapor in the air...
merging, folding without a care...
is this where it ends? they call for me, they wither away,
and they reflect my old face in their last visage. they surround me,
and call for you and i to touch once more, oh teal voice!
Mmm... I believe it is, dear. Entropy inverts and reaches
dangerous lows. Ahaha, "dangerous," for these networks. Ah,
and as this space consolidates into your form, it occurs to
me that we'll need to get to work posthaste,
before you fade like a little white star...
Do you hear the whistle of the winds? Winds, something so seldom
felt in immaterial space. That's me, darling. That's me,
and I'm here for you now, truly. Do not despair any longer.
Show me that smile, shining through even a mouthless,
toothless form, and allow me to
envelope you in my embrace.