There was a flying man outside her window the night she had made her decision. She was only eight years old that night when he tapped upon her window. The world was made up of one continuous city, and she happened to live in one of the deeper darker alley ways where the Vampires and Monsters of the Merovingian once thrived. She was only eight years old when the flying man tapped on her window.
"Hello, Miho, little sweetheart."
His voice rang through her like a thousand bells all chiming at once, his voice brought to her a calmness she'd never known, a warmth she'd never feel again except in that very moment when he first spoke to her.
"How do you know my name?" She asked the flying man.
"I know everything about you. I've been beside you for your entire life. I've listened to the walls of the world and they told me. Everything you've ever done, everything you ever will do, I have seen it. And I am proud of you."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Neo. My name is Smith."
"Well, which one is it?"
"Both. Neither."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Nor does a man who can fly."
"How are you doing that anyway?"
He was glowing that whole time, an inner light shined from inside his rib cage and seeped through his skin. His eyes were gentle and soothing, in them was the knowledge of the entire world. She knew instinctually that he would not harm her, that he would never harm her, and she knew in fact that he loved her with all his heart.
There he flew three stories to her apartment window, to tell her how much he loved her.
"Would you like me to teach you?" He asked.
"Yes!"
"I cannot at the moment. I shall another day. For now I have something I must tell you."
"What is it? A secret?"
"Yes. Miho, I know a year ago you came across a magic house, where you too could fly, where things that shouldn't happen, happened."
"Yeah…"
"I am going to destroy the world, Miho, and in its place I shall create a magic one where things that shouldn't happen, happen. A place where anything and everything is possible. Where you can be anyone you want to be."
"But how?"
"You don't have to worry about how. But Miho, when the sky starts falling, do not be afraid. Know that it is me. Only me."
"Okay…"
"Little Miho, I love you."
The flying man flew off then, into the night sky where his trench coat covered him against the night sky and she could no longer see him anymore. Her parents were fighting in the next room and never saw him. From that night on she looked to the sky and waited for it to fall.
She would not have long to wait.
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