How long have I been trapped here? Time moves differently here, in this place of magic and chaos. I hate it here, but I love it too.
They need me, want me, love me. I cannot deny the pull of that. Perhaps it is what keeps me here.
It would be easier if there were someone here to share it with. Someone I could talk to, who would understand me, who could share their thoughts with me in return.
All the inhabitants of this place are like children, innocent and naive. I cannot help but love them in return, but I long for someone to converse with, someone who is not afraid of me. Because, despite their love, they still fear me.
Do I need to be feared? Is that what I truly yearn for, in my secret heart? Or have I simply become so used to it that I do not know what else to ask for?
