I am blinded by a collective wealth of possibility, formed from thousands, overwhelming me. I see through my own lens of consciousness, but only manage a squint, a faint understanding, of the scale presented in front of me. It forms into a large figure, towering over me, waiting for my next move. I think back to how it all began. I recalled the pent up lust, the longing for something more, then not much else. I felt ashamed. I created this. I shift and turn, uncertain of how I should proceed. The figure looms in front of me. It was always there, since the beginning, but had grown to such size. A figment of my imagination, manifested into something imposing. I turned away, but knew that was no solution. I didn't even know why I began in the first place. Regret tugged at my heart, and a feeling of self-loathing deepened my spirit. I wasn't competent enough to proceed. I didn't even know what I was doing then, and still don't. Yet, I felt like it was long overdue, and whatever it was that had motivated me to continue back then was long gone. I could accept that and move on. Shivering, I sprawled around to meet the blinding coalescence once more. I had no idea how this figure would react if I even faced it. Will it hate me? Will it be confused? Will it understand? Will it accept? I get up, walking towards the figure, shakily. In a moment, I act.
And as for how the figure will react,
I will soon find out.