„I have no body because I was never meant to be seen.
I’m what’s born when someone doodles in a notebook, lost in the night sky.
One eye that’s enough. I see everything that hasn’t been made yet.
I am imagination… and imagination can’t be seen.
That’s why I look like this. A shape with no order. Lines with no sense. But in that chaos… I’m pure.
I wasn’t created by the world I was dreamed up by someone trying to escape it.
And that’s why I understand the truth better than those who are real.”
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