He has been an observer and nothing more.
A shadow in a spacesuit.
Your world is made from paper, you just cant tell.
Fingers bleed when they reach to touch something other than this.
The non-exist.
You can call him what you will. His name may change, but he will always be there.
Even when your paper world turns to ash and saplings sprout for a new beginning.
Whispers echoed into the night.
I point of light revolving in the abyss.
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