It's a miracle I sit before you today. Time itself contests my existence, straining my sense of self.
I have spent many years travelling. Far more than you could know.
I wandered restlessly, searching for stories. I went days, weeks, months without sleep. I should have long perished, yet on this soil I remained. I became an empty husk, I lived only to consume every detail of this world. I lost myself, and others lost me.
I went years unnoticed, unseen, unheard, unthought. My existence blurred the boundary between fiction and reality, and I became something more than either could contain.
My body, my heart, my soul, what was left of them, craved the realities that hid just beyond perception. I stretched my senses to all places, one by one. I gathered everything, anything I could, across years, across the world, across concepts.
In the end, I found myself in the stories I obtained. I found what I sought, and became who I am today. I did everything I could, sacrificed everything I had and was, yet I am satisfied.
Now, before I succumb to my nature as a transient being, I wish to pass on these tales. I wish to share with you all the burden I have bore for an eternity. I hope that in my final days, the weight they exert will finally be shed, and I can rest knowing I have cast all that I consist of back into this fine world.
Now tell me, are you ready?