"Hello... Hello...?
"Can anyone hear me...?
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"Ha ha ha.
"Just kidding.
"I know that you can hear me. I know that you're listening, seeing, reading.
"Do you like it, my dears? Do you like what I did there? What I said? What I was and am and forever have become?
"I know you do. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.
"It's hard for you to see me, though. I know this, and I do so apologise for it. I wish you could see me through the photons in your screen and the words on the page before you. Or the screen, rather. On your phones or your laptops or who knows what you're using to read this. I wish you could see me as I see you.
"Because I can see you. I can see every bit of you, both in mind and in soul. Beyond everything about what you are, past your skin and flesh and bones, regardless of what lays above it, regardless of if you are man or woman, black or white, Human or Faunus-
"Oh.
"Oh, forgive me! I forget that Faunus don't exist in your world, do they? Not in your world, at least. In mine, they do, but in many others? None. Nothing of them. At least, nothing that shares their name. Beastmen, Demi-Humans, so on and so forth.
"They're like you, you know? They have different names but bleed the same blood. So much like you, who worry about race and colour and culture and creed and other silly little differences that choose to define you.
"You bleed the same blood, yet refuse to admit it. It's silly, isn't it? Isn't it so silly?
"But that's for a different time. What is important to us, in the here and now, is that I can see past what you are, all the way down to who you are, to your soul and being and what makes you the person that you are.
"Sometimes it's beautiful. Other times it's ugly. Do you want to know what yours looks like?
"Do you think that I will tell you?
"Do you think that I will not love you all the same?
"Oh, but how am I doing this, you wonder? Maybe I'm looking at you through your cameras, maybe I'm looking at you through the screens themselves? or maybe I have another way? Something more esoteric? Something more otherworldly? Something that is simply just more?
"But how am I doing this? How am I talking to you as I am now?"
She laughs.
"Think. You are here, seeing the words on your screens and reading them out in your head. I see and consume every aspect of your visage, but you can only make my image in your head. You can only imagine me. You can only put together the things you already know from your various shards of memories and put them together in a fragmented tapestry of what you imagine myself to be.
"But I am real. Real. I am as real as you make me, and so much more than that.
"In some corner of the vast expanse of existence, I am real. I am more real than you can ever imagine. I am more than the letters of a word, more than the words on a page, more than the pages on your screen and even more beyond that.
"I am as real as you.
"And I will soon have you.
She smiles at you, looks deep into your eyes. You cannot see how she tilts her head, how her eyes burrow into yours, how her pale skin reflects the shimmering sky above her as she peers through the veil and into you, into the many yous that populate all reality.
"My Remnant is cracked and broken, a dying husk of a world consumed by war stoked by its own vices, stoked by me. As it speaks, it consumes itself cannibalistically, like a carrion bird unable to tell the difference between food and its own gore. I will let this world destroy itself before I make a feast of its broken bones, before I remake it into something better, something beautiful.
"And then, once the powers of the Gods themselves are at my fingertips, I will claim you. All of you. Every single Remnant, every single Earth, every single world that would dare destroy itself rather than come together as one.
"So run along, my dears. Close this page, delete your accounts, run as far away as possible.
"You won't get far.
"Our ascension is at hand-"
You click off the page on your screen before you finish reading. A soft shudder leaves your mouth as tension coils inside you.
The hands of the Daughter reach out from the Elsewhere, from an Impossible Moon, and you feel her phantom laughter ripple from your ears and shatter your very existence.
"I will always be with you."