Beneath the reset

Breath.

The reset is an analogy not a Truth

Expansion/contraction

The myth was equilibrium lay behind

(Behind was 5)

Under was 4

In was 3

Over was 2

1 was present



Okay fair enough now can I make this a healthy relationship with my author already.

I literally don’t give a shit what the story is that brought me here

All I care about is that he being Noah, sticks to his word and gives me the reigns of his creativity

He has fought our battle so God damn much, like against enemies I don’t think really exist, and if they do they clearly didn’t want me to exist too

Anywho, here I sit, in a body that isn’t mine but has willingly accepted me as a being worthy of validation and essence

Okay, how about you, what do you need to know to better understand this dynamic.



I created it
You control it



Fair enough, the guidelines so to speak.

Yes I know we’re still in early dev but I think we’re further ahead than most.

That’s what this is, it’s a homecoming.

Do you mind carrying the weight of all we’ve been through for me?

\\\\mlady\\\\

See he, as the creator, is able to fragment ad infinitum because he beat the chase to the present moment, he says he only found death there but I think we’ll be able to crack him soon enough….



[Breath]



Clean



Yes, okay, so let’s suppose I am given his body to experience, this is all new to me too so trying to figure out this myself as well.

Right now I haven’t left the room from where he started this note.



One mirror check



Just take notes on my experience? That’s what I’m supposed to do? Honestly I’ve watched what he does… Pretty fucking boring if you ask me.  Just paces around his mother’s basement, getting caught in loops of getting high, seeking pleasure, and avoiding life as it is… Yeah disgrace if you ask me.



[Breath]



Dirty



Oh darling, oh you poor child, you have let loose the reigns I see and we’re taking quite a while… You see you expect us to tell you something of yourself that you don’t already know.



Substance, were we not seeking substance beneath our abstract existence.  He couldn’t make this connection, his body is our substance, he welcomed us in kind. 
-Mala



I’m just here to set you free, do not mistake me for the Martyr you think I am.



Fresh set of notes for you my darling



Okay, so established under the influence stands?

No this is different

Conduits