“I see you, Reader. Beyond these colorless pages and scrawlings of ink, I see you. A curious thing, an innate longing within you.

You…desire a story. Yes? Something that will satisfy and entertain you?

Yes. Yes. That is what you want. Because if you didn’t desire such, why be here?

I can give it to you. What you want. A story, an imperfect perfect story.”

I, Narrator, Goddess of Stories, extend my pale hand to you. Words of all kinds crawling upon my papery skin.

“I offer you suffering. Suffering of untold magnitude and of countless individuals. That will satisfy you. Yes?

It must. It will. For I need you and you need Me. So come to God, Reader.

And read all that I offer.”