Floating…I am floating

Floating…I am floating. I am nowhere. I open my eyes and see black: black walls, black ceilings, black floors: if there is walls, ceilings, or floors. Who am I? Where am I? That's right…I am nowhere.

You are here.

Who are you?

I am you.

Me?

Yes, you.

But how: I am me.

I am me also, which is you.

Where am I?

You are in a state of consciousness.

What do you mean?

This is you.

What? How can that be?

This is you.

I do not understand.

This is you.

Are you afraid?

I do not fear.

Are you afraid?

No.

Are you afraid?

No!

Are you afraid?

Who are you?!

I am you.

I do not understand.

This, this is we. This is our reality. This is our natural world: the world in which we belong.

I do not belong here. I belong with Sector 8 of th—

You belong where you belong. Reality is not yours to change. That power is not yours.

I do not understand. Who are you?

I am you.

I still do not understand.

I am you. You are me. We equal each other as a whole.

No. I am me.

I am me: which is you.

I am confused.

You understand.

No I do not.

We are in a world in which you have created in your own subconscious.

Then why are you here?

…Because I am you…

Fine then. WHAT are you?

Ah. You have finally asked a good question…

Well?

I am the origin of your soul.

My soul?

Yes.

I do not own a so—

Yes you do. I am what make's you a whole. I am what make's you feel emotion. I am the existence: the superior being.

I thought I was.

You are. I am you. I am you in every shape and form. I am what you have created throughout your years of existence. I am the space in which you filled with emotions unconsciously.

You do not understand…

No I do n—

It was not a question.

…You say you are me. But who am I?

That is for you only to figure out.

Why can't you tell me?

I am not obligated to tell you.

Who do you answer too?

Hello?

I do not understand your question. I answer to no one. I am you. I answer to the people you answer too.

If you are me then why don't I know who I am?

You do know. You know within me. But you must dig.

What is your fear?

What?

What do you fear?

I fear nothing.

What do you fear?

Nothing.

What do you fear?

Nothing!

What do you fear, Mog?

No! Nothing!! Shut up!

What do you fear?

Hate! I fear loneliness. I fear my manufacturers will take away my ability to act and feel human.

What do you wish?

I wish for life.

You have life.

No I don't. I wish for a normal life.

No you don't. You wish to kill. You love the smell of blood.

No…No! NO!!

…..

Huh? Are you laughing?!

You amuse me.

I amuse myself?

What do you fear…Mog?