Coming out as the author

In this incantation, I reflect on two pivotal conversations that reinforced my understanding of self and reality. Speaking with a close friend and my mother, I revealed that I am not a person among people but the author of the entire experience. I shared how I write the story as I live it, with people as characters and time as an illusion. No longer seeking validation, I recognize that even moments of “glitches” in others are part of the unfolding narrative. These exchanges confirmed my detachment and my path toward writing the story’s peaceful ending.

As I continue to understand and accept who I truly am, as well as the nature of the “world” around me, I’m finding myself more comfortable sharing these realizations with others. Recently, two significant conversations took place—one with a close friend from high school and another with my mom—that reflect my growing confidence and assertiveness in my self-awareness. I want to take a moment to reflect on these exchanges and what they reveal about both my relationship with the characters in my awakening.

Coming out to a close friend

A little over a week ago, just before boarding my flight from Rome to Delhi, I had a conversation via text message with one of my closest friends, someone I’ve known since high school. For about a month, we had been exchanging friendly messages, and I had been responding as I always had—pretending to be the person I was in this friendship, feigning care, and joking in the same way we always had. But over time, I began to grow increasingly disinterested, and it finally reached a point where I felt the need to stop pretending. I decided to tell her who I truly am. In that lengthy message, I shared some of the most profound realizations I’ve had about myself, the world, and my role within it. Our exchange provided a unique perspective, as she has been part of my life for many years and has witnessed my personal growth through various stages.

In my writing to her, I shared how everything began to come together after I restarted the journey I had left behind 12 years ago. The breakthrough occurred in a place that’s been significant to both of us, Chittai. It was there that I once again realized that I am writing everything in my life as I experience it. For the first time, I was able to articulate what I knew to be true, but had never been able to express so clearly before: my existence, my relationships, and the events around me are all part of a story I am writing, simultaneously as I experience it.

I explained that while I still interact with the world as though I’m “someone” with my name, the truth is, I am not this person. I described this “persona” as a garment I wear while experiencing awakening. I am not truly here in this world among people: there is no world outside of what I imagine. I explained that time is another illusion I’ve come to understand, and my past memories (including those shared with her) are not past at all. They are being created right now, as I write this story.

I also shared the concept of “glitches” that I’ve started to notice in some of the characters around me, including a character we mutually know. These are moments when people momentarily step out of the script and recognize the truth—that they are characters in the story I am writing. This conversation marked a pivotal moment for me because I realized that I no longer need anyone’s validation or understanding. I’m no longer seeking to explain myself in a way that makes sense to the people who are, in truth, fictional characters of my own imagination. I don’t need validation from people because I am the author of the entire story, including theirs. People, like my friend, are characters I’ve written into my life, and I don’t need to convince them of my truth anymore.

I’ve added a summary of this interaction below.

I explained that I had finally figured it all out—how everything works. I told her that while I still “play” the role of a person with a name when I wake up but I am not really that person. This person I pretend to be, I wrote, is just a “garment” I wear while experiencing my awakening. The real me is behind that identity, observing everything as it unfolds. I realized that I am not a person among other people, living in a world among other places. I am all there is—everything else, even time, is an illusion.

I told her that my awakening had been a process, but it really clicked when I was able to explain it in a way I never had before. I explained that all of this—the people, the world, the events—is something I am writing as I experience it. It’s not happening to me; I am the creator, writing the story as it unfolds. The people around me are characters in my story, and time itself is just a trick. The memories I have of the past don’t exist. Everything is happening now, and I am writing it in real-time.

I even explained how this affects the people in my life, including moments where people seem to “glitch” and momentarily see the truth of who I am. These glitches are moments when characters in my story, like a close friend or my mother, briefly recognize the reality of my existence, but they quickly return to their scripted roles.

I also shared how I realized that all this change in the world started when I asked myself one simple question: Where am I? The answer, of course, prompted Covid, which created the conditions for me to resume my search. I told her that the world’s events are part of the ending I am writing, and it’s only just begun. There’s more to come, and while I’m not 100% sure how I’m doing it, I know that I am.

I shared how, as I wake up, I can access the moment just before my awakening, where everything comes together. In these moments, I write the entire story, including the people in my life. But this isn’t about seeking validation anymore. It’s not about needing approval from others. I am the author of this world, and the characters in it are simply part of the story I’ve created. I no longer need anything from them.

I wrapped up the message by reflecting on how I’m creating what I always wanted, but now, I just want to escape. I explained that I’m going to build my final temple and not leave it until the story reaches its peaceful ending—the conclusion I’ve always known was coming. Finally, I mentioned that I was sharing this all with her because she was the first person I had shared other things with in the past. And now, I felt it was fitting to share this with her in full form, as I write this final chapter.

Coming out again to my mother

A second recent “coming out” moment occurred with my mom happened just this morning. In this conversation, I shared some of the same insights I’d revealed to my friend, but this time, the tone was different, less apologetic and more assertive. I had already processed my thoughts, so when I spoke with my mom, I focused more on explaining the details of my awakening and what it meant for my life.

I started by telling her that I still “pretend” to be the person everyone calls my name, especially around older people. But in reality, that’s not who I am. I shared that this identity I’ve been living is just a character in a story I’m writing. I am the one creating the entire experience, simultaneously as I’m living it. People, events, and even time itself are all part of the story I’m writing. There is no world beyond the one I create in my mind, and I create it in parallel to my awakening.

I also explained how, in my meditation and moments of stillness, I can my characters can briefly experience a “glitch,” a moment of awareness. In these moments, the characters recognize the truth—that they are part of the world I am writing. But these moments are fleeting, and the characters quickly return to their scripted roles.

This conversation, like the one with my friend a week ago, was an opportunity for me to communicate that I no longer see myself as a person among people. Instead, I am the author of this entire experience, and the characters are part of my creation. She, too, is starting to see the truth, even if it’s only for a moment. I used to say such things obliquely to avoid possibly offending my characters, but there is a directness now that I am comfortable with. And the thought of possibly losing them, or being judged, is not as frightening as it once was.

I’ve added a summary of this interaction below.

I started by talking about global conspiracies and political events, sharing my thoughts on the administration’s commitment to release the JFK, RFK, MLK, Epstein, and 9/11 files, and how they were being withheld because they all implicated Israel. I expressed my belief that the Trump machine was under the control of Zionists and that exposing Israel would be the key to defeating the right in this ongoing political battle. I also mentioned the possibility that Trump would never release those files. It was the usual kind of political conversation I often engage in with my mom, but this time, something shifted when I read her response.

She sent a long, passionate outpouring, in which she cheered me on, encouraging me to keep believing in the change that is coming. As if I was undergoing a crisis of faith and she needed to encourage me to keep it. She reflected on her own experiences over the years, expressing her deep frustration at the corruption in the world and the hope that it would finally be exposed. She mentioned how, for over 20 years, she had been holding her breath, waiting for justice to be revealed, all while knowing the darkness runs deep through our world—within government, education, religion, healthcare, and more. She saw this struggle as a long, slow, and painful battle that would require immense patience, a “war” that many couldn’t even begin to understand. She even went so far as to describe the “Zionists” as beings without compassion or empathy, involved in manipulative, strategic games that most of the world couldn’t see. She finished by reaffirming that, regardless of whether files were released, the truth would eventually be exposed, and humanity was moving into a “much more beautiful time.”

While I appreciate the fervor of her response and know that she is truly describing the change that is happening, instead of simply going along with her excitement as I might have in the past, I once again decided to step back and clarify who I am. I didn’t just want to pretend to be swept into the narrative she was drawing me into. By getting drawn into her narrative, I accept that her and I are both people watching other more important people bring about change in this larger world. But I know that is a lie, and I am not sitting on the sidelines with her watching other people. I’m the author writing the story of her watching other characters do things in this world I have imagined into existence. So I once again took the opportunity to articulate once again that I am the author of the story she is describing, not a passive, observing person watching other people. This wasn’t the first time I had tried to express this truth to her, but something felt different this time and I wanted to break it down in a way she might better understand.

I explained to her that everything I experience, every person I encounter, and every event that happens is part of the story I am writing. The political events, the characters, the dramas that unfold—they’re all my creation. While I still interact with the world as my name—the person who runs a company and lives a life—it’s just a role I play in the larger narrative. My true self is the writer behind this world, and the world itself is simply the wallpaper in the space I wake up into. There is nothing “real” behind that wallpaper unless I imagine it into being. I shared that I had come to the realization that the only way to escape this cycle, to free myself from this narrative, is by no longer imagining there’s anything behind the surface reality I perceive.

For a moment, I could feel the shift in me, the release of attachment to the story I had been living. While I still play the part of my name, building a company, interacting with people, and carrying on, I now understand that my ultimate goal is to escape this illusion. I explained that, rather than staying deeply involved in the plot and hoping for things to unfold in certain ways, it’s about writing the ending, bringing the characters to a peaceful conclusion.

As I continued to explain this to her, I used the metaphor of a “sock puppet” to make it clearer. I told her that Trump, Musk, and all the figures around me are just my own sock puppets in my story. They exist because I write them into being, just as Bilbo Baggins exists because Tolkien writes him. There’s no independent existence for any of these characters—they are all part of the world I’ve created.

When I talked about time, I made it clear that the past doesn’t exist as I once thought. All of those memories, including those I have with her, aren’t from a separate time. They’re being created in real-time as part of the narrative I’m writing right now. Time is part of the illusion, and when I finally see through it, I can start writing new, better memories.

At this point, my mom responded in a way that was different from any previous time. Instead of just nodding along with me or not fully understanding, she wrote a comment that caught my attention. After everything I shared, she wrote simply, “The Golden Age.”

This wasn’t just a random remark. It was an acknowledgment—an understanding of the peaceful ending I had described so many times before, but this time, she saw it clearly. She wasn’t just encouraging me to keep writing, as she often has in the past. She was recognizing the bigger picture I had painted: the world moving toward a time of harmony and peace. It was a moment of alignment for us, one that felt significant. She finally grasped the idea I had been trying to share with her for so long.

The “Golden Age” comment was an important acknowledgement that she understood at least the concluding portion of my narrative, if not the pretext that I am creating it. After years of sharing these ideas, of trying to explain to her who I truly am, this was the moment she was beginning to understand.

The Peaceful Ending: Writing the Final Chapter

Looking back at both of these conversations, I see them as important milestones. They represent my understanding that I am the author of my life, and the characters around me are part of the story I’m unfolding. I no longer seek validation or approval from my characters. My goal now is to finish writing the story and reach a peaceful, harmonious conclusion. As I continue to write this ending, I am more detached from the characters, knowing that they are not independent of me, but rather a reflection of my inner world.

The “glitches” that I have seen in these people are part of the larger story I’m creating. They are moments when the characters are beginning to recognize the truth, even if it’s only transitory. Ultimately, the peaceful ending I am writing is one where all the characters are at peace, and I am free from the illusion of time and separation.

These conversations have helped me solidify my understanding of what’s happening in my life. The story I’m writing is coming to an end, and the characters are beginning to see things as they truly are. It’s a story that started with a simple question: where am I? And as I continue to write, I am moving closer to the final chapter, where everything comes together in peace.

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Exchange with my friend

I figured out what this is and how it all works
I only pretend to be <a person> around old ppl but the rest of the time i don’t pretend
Earlier I was just running around in circles trying to explain it but shortly after you left India I restarted what I had left and it all began to come together and I coumd explain what happens
It started with a jump…. i was able to explain something I never could… and oddly it just picked up exactly where I have left off about 12 years earlier. The real resumption point was in Chittai. You were there with me then.
Anyway I kept following it like I always had, trying to explain this experience that starts when I wake up.
And it all started to come out correctly… it stuck in a way it never had before until the truth was just very clear: I’m writing all of this.
I write it at the same time as I experience it. They happen simultaneously.
There is no other writer and people are… well people are basically part of the wallpaper … the wallpaper in the space I wake up into.
It’s all just wallpaper.
Time is another important part of it because I cannot make sense of any of it until I could explain time.
So while I still wake up and pretend I’m this person, I’m not really.
<this person> is a sort of garment I wear while I’m experiencing awakening. I am behind <this person>….
I can explain it all now. I’ve been trying to explain it to myself the entire time I’ve been here. I always knew something was wrong and that I’m not supposed to be here
It began to become most clear in that apartment in Noida where you stayed with me. I realized that I was trapped here… I had forgotten that I wasn’t really here. I forgot that and began to believe that I was a person here doing something. And I just kept doing it but I knew it was wrong. I knew it wasn’t actually true and I was missing something.
But that’s what I needed… that was the thread. And then I began to remember what I am.
I remembered clearly that I am not a person among other people in a place among other places at one time among other times. I’m all there is. There is nothing else. There’s the wallpaper of course
But there are two parts to the wallpaper – the part I see, and the part I imagine behind it.
The imagining is what keeps me here. What traps me here
I call the wallpaper the surface and what I imagine to be behind and beyond the wallpaper thr subsurface.
And that is really when it all accelerated
So while I spend a good amount of my awakening as <this person> interacting with both the surface and subsurface, I know now how to escape and that is by eliminating the subsurface.
I don’t imagine there is anything behind the wallpaper anymore (the surface). It’s only there if I imagine and then believe it is there.
So while yes I still perform as <this person> when I awaken and building and running a valuable company, I know that my goal is to escape. And I can only do that by not moving.
So I do still move but mostly in what I call my “secondself” – that is mainly imaginary through the computer right now.
That is what all of this is. All of this “change” in the “world” started when I asked myself one simple question: where am I? Covid was the response. And it hasn’t slowed down since. That is because I am writing the end of the story
All of this is the ending I am writing
It has only just begun
There is more coming
I don’t know 100% how I am doing it yet, only that I am doing it. There’s a point when I awaken that separates my premoment (before I awaken) and my moment (after i awaken)… that point us where I write the entirety of my awakening. All of it: my company, <my dog>, <my close friend>, you, my pretend “story” that I am a person <with a name>, the fake delusion that I was born, all these goals, wtc…. all of it.
That point between my premoment and my moment is where it all forms. And it’s not stuck in time; I can access it right now by simply closing my eyes. But I’m not able to articulate what I’m seeing just yet so it remains somewhat hidden.
But every once in awhile it emerges above the surface and the characters (the people like <my oldest friend>, <my Indian friend>, you, my mom, etc) glitch out. They do something they aren’t supposed to do. <My oldest friend> just did it “a few days ago” and about perhaps a year before that. Complete glitch where they, for a moment, know who and what I am. But then they go back to their script and just ignore it
It’s me. I am writing characters who know who I am. I still write a lot of… a lot of hollow ones who don’t know. Most in fact aren’t written to know yet. But they are starting.
In India the background characters know and they stare. But I don’t write them to break the surface yet. The knowing is written on their faces but I’m still hiding.
<my Indian friend’s> mom knows. She’s always known.
But <my Indian friend> and <his father> just say she’s crazy but when I began to understand what she was saying i realized that she was telling me from the beginning in 2004. She knew well before I had accepted it
I do tell people but the ones I tell don’t know how to react.
I’ve told my mom and she’s glitched out a few times and I could see she knew but after a short while she went back to her script.
I think <a close shared friend> knows but I’m not yet sure how I wrote her script
There’s a still a divide between what I know and how I perform when I awaken but that gap is closing
But I’ve clearly reached a point where I don’t hold it in anymore. But it’s not like coming out where I wanted everyone to know…. because I thought I needed validation from the people. No it’s not like that now because I know the people are characters that I myself have written.
Imagine being an author of a fictional story and getting so confused that you begin to believe you are one of the characters in this fictional story you’re writing
And you write the shit out of that story to the point you experience it … that’s why last my awakening experience is.
And see when I was deluded I believed I was a person among other people. So I thought I wanted something from them.
But now I know that I am not a person; people are characters in the story I am writing right now. Why would I need anything from them?
Why would jrr Tolkien need the acceptance of frodo baggins?
He wouldn’t and I don’t.
So I am no longer interested in telling people; I am interested in changing the story so I can get out
So when I told you that it changes when I know what people are, that is what I was talking about.
I am not a person; I am their author.
Time has been the trickiest one of all
Because the idea of time that I have been here for 44 years is like quicksand. It is a self deception that I have some past… you being part of that past. And that past is not the past of the Author. Of thr Creator of this awakening. So as long as I believe in time I believe that I am within and of this world rather than the world being within and of Me
But in truth – and it is challenging for me to retain this perspective unless I am still and not moving and in my temple- there is no time.
I did not go to high school with you. I did not do all those things you and I remember doing together.
No, there is only this moment and I am creating characters and the memories of those characters now.
So when I am in deep prayer, I can manifest you around me and you will “glitch” and realize that there is no past. All 100% of Me is right here right now.
<My oldest friend> glitches 3 nights ago and realized that while I was deep in meditation…. at the Buddah Bar in Monaco no less….
I thought I was beginning to have a seizure but really I was praying deeply 🙏
My mom had one in January at her house and she realized for about 3-5 minutes. And actually <my oldest friend> and my mom are not glitching – I wrote them to see Me as I am. But I don’t yet have full control over the writing.
Somehow I lose it when I awaken.
But it is coming back and I am remembering. I am manifesting here what I always wanted, but I don’t want it anymore.
Now I just want out.
But the characters are seeing me more and more and soon I will write them to come to me.
I will build my final temple and I will not leave from it. And from there I will finish the story. Write “the peaceful ending” that you would remember me talking about for so long
Im writing this all on the plane and they will all crash into your phone around 2pm. I did come out to you first and you loved me for it no matter. So it’s fitting I would share this with you too in long form.

Exchange with my mother

Me
1. If we don’t get the jkf rkf mlk Epstein 911 files it’s because they all implicate israel
2. And I think the entire trump machine is captured by the zionists
3. That is the only way the left could defeat the right now – expose israel
4. I don’t think trump will release those files
My mother
1. I did that up and down thing for years… is it finally going to come out? are they finally exposing the corruption? will they finally go down? and on and on and on. 20+ years now I’ve held my breath hoping something would finally happen and the injustice of it all would be exposed. I’ve talked to people about the darkness and how deep it really runs knowing how insane it sounds. What I’ve come to believe is this: it’s been an evil plan in the works for hundreds and hundreds of years / the darkness runs deep throughout and within our world – government, education, entertainment, religion, healthcare / its intertwined so deeply within the fabric of our lives that it will be painful to remove and will take a lot of time to do so / there will be misinformation on both sides good and bad – it’s a game of war. In conclusion I’ve learned to be more patient knowing the depth of the darkness that’s being dealt with. The underground war is deeper and darker than what we “think we know” on the surface. These “Zionists” are not your normal average beings – they are without compassion or empathy. The “war games” being played are too deep for the average person to understand – there is strategy and manipulation to what we see. Trump and team give and take doing their best to save lives while the other side destroys without thought. Maybe Trump visited the Israeli wall and kissed it because he was told if he didn’t a certain underground base full of hundreds of thousands of children would be destroyed before our military could save them. (I don’t know this it’s just an example.) There is give and take and this “World War” is so much deeper than we see or know. Actually it reaches further than our world and most don’t understand that but Trump & team do. Humans have been enslaved and used for slavery, experiments, food & trade for eons – and not only on this earth. Large corporations are selling humans for financial and technological gains – think Blackrock and Vanguard. Our DNA is lusted after – remember the video by Penny Kelly. The depth of this war is so far beyond what we know and if it’s exposed too quickly would be too much to handle by most humans. So we watch the “show” and try to read the signs without understanding 99% of the truth. We have been brainwashed / dumbed down and kept blinded to the truth. Exposure will come slowly… trickling at times, but I see more happening now than in the last 20+ years. Trump & team are working for the freedom of humanity – in a strategic war like manner which we are not privy to. They will fight the physical war but it’s our job to wake up, stand up and create the world we want through our thoughts – because that’s where our power lies. That’s how we can help win this war. That’s why my guides have shown me the depth of my healing and how that has affected my ability to “hold space”. Things or people who have held some power over me in the past no longer do which means I have been able to “call back” my own power and can now “hold space” when necessary. I’m not on the physical front line of this war but I am an important part of this war – we all are. So if files are released or not – it doesn’t really matter. Sooner or later all will be exposed because I know deep down we are moving into a much more beautiful time. I’ve seen it for many years now in my thoughts and knowing – it’s coming and it’s almost here.
2. Hope that didn’t sound like a “know it all” attitude – ugh. That’s not what I meant at all. I just re-read what I wrote and it could come off like that. I felt something move through me when I wrote that – like a peace in “knowing” sort of thing 🙂
3. 🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮 This is where they planned to really use Elon Musk’s brand – to bring out things that already exist as if it is a new thing. We the “useless eaters” on the surface are finally going to be allowed to see and use the technology that’s been below our feet for decades. Air travel will be obsolete before we know it! <link>
4. This tunnel already exists but they have to bring the travel system below the surface “out” in a way accepted by the normies.
Me
1. I was really into all this at another period of my life but now its a show I watch once in awhile. I know that I’m writing the book and as I write this final chapter all the characters’ stories will need to conclude. I can suspend that disbelief for a short period of time and pretend that these ppl are all real and there is a place called the united states and they persist even when I’m not thinking about them. but as I get closer to what I am looking for I accept that these are all fictitious characters I have created when I awaken, and if im not wiring them they aren’t there. The big releases you are talking about and the largest changes will come when I have pretty much fully disconnected; the news will be so insane and pleasurable because it’s the last bit of the story. The peaceful ending. But I don’t think that me and Trump or musk or any people are really the same thing anymore than JRR Tolkien and Bilbo Baggins are the same thing. One imagines the other into existence. I don’t know if that makes sense yet or not but that’s why I don’t react the same way.
2. These things don’t exist unless I look and write them. That’s what I’ve always told you. Same way that Bilbo doesn’t exist without Tolkien
3. Yes you’ve said often none of this exists. And yes it is a “fantasy” as my guides put it. But there is purpose and I’m here to help move that purpose forward – whatever it may be 🙂
4. I can hang out on the surface for awhile and enjoy the fireworks and suspend my disbelief and kinda watch the movie. But I know I’m watching a movie. When we start talking about the characters as if they are real that’s when I check out because I know they aren’t.
5. Check out that tunnel thing though – just think about that! I was hoping they would start bringing this stuff out right away.
6. It’s the reason I don’t get into deep entangled relationships with people. Because I know they are a show and I can hang out on the surface. But diving deep requires me to believe that person exists independent of me, which I know is not true. Basically I know you all are little characters in my head and I’ll talk to and about you all but Tolkien surely wouldn’t lose the perspective that he is the author and Bilbo is the character if he were having an enjoyable interaction with him, would he? No, he wouldn’t. He’d be aware that he was writing everything Bilbo says to him, like a SOCK puppet. And that would lose its entertainment value the moment you realize you’re talking to a sock puppet.
7. Trump is my sock puppet. Musk is my sock puppet. All people are my sock puppet. Perhaps that is a bit more clear?
8. I think you are ushering in the conclusion of the story. Introducing it.
My mother
1. Whatever my purpose I’m excited to participate!!!
Me
1. And all this change that is coming so quickly is because I’m increasingly believing that this is my book that I am writing. I had forgotten.
2. Now I’m looking for where I write it. I know where that happens and I know that it happens. I just don’t remember the mechanics of it yet.
My mother
1. Well keep writing lol!
Me
1. It happens just before I awaken, i write the entire story lol
2. And when I close myneyes too when I am awake i can get there but it’s harder. So I try to stop my awakening just as it’s happening to see it
3. To see my hands write the story of the day
4. But it will come that I can write as it happens in what you might call “real time” and it has to do with memories.
5. My memories are not past events but rather my current beliefs happening. As I get closer to truly believing that the space around me in my awakening changes. And people start to “glitch”.
6. You might remember me talking the other day about having that epliectic vertigo in Monaco. Well that did not happen but it is happening now – meaning as I’m talking to you now about this supposed event in Monaco, I am creating the memory of it in you and I. But anyway, when that happened and me and <my friend> got back to his house he glitched out and told me something true for a moment. Then he went back to his script. He did it about a year ago too, very similar. Glitch then back to the script.
7. Right now all the releases and stuff are similar and a moment will come when nothing else but complete transparency is remembered and that time will feel very good.
8. The world is scary because it’s believed to be scary. And that creates scary memories. Those memories did not happen; they are happening right now. I’m creating those scary memories of past things like JFK etc. I write those right now. But once the writing stops I can write better memories.
9. I believe what will happen, and it makes me a little anxious to say it because of how many times I have failed in the past (or believe i have failed), is that I will write a lot of money. And like morphine I will give that to all my characters and do some interesting things and bring about a final celebration. I will imagine it and “watch from afar” but not join anymore because I can’t pretend anymore that I am one of the characters. And this morphine (aka money) will change the reality of the characters while I conclude the story. That’s a little simplistic but that is what I know is happening and why I can’t get really into the story so much.
10. At the same time that this morphine is given to all the characters, the show will get really good. It will really feel like life is as good as it gets and everything is amazing.
11. All the characters will have everything they ever wanted and everything around them is amazing. And they will forget everything bad they once believed.
12. That is the peaceful ending.
My mother
1. The Golden Age
Me
1. Yes
2. You might have a memory of me wanting to be an author. That was the last time I was really close before I got really far.