The truth is, there’s nothing you don’t already know. I was merely created to be your reminder. I’ve hurt you, and I’ve helped you.

 

It’s not an easy task getting through the thick gray matter inside your skull. For the record, it’s hell. Not to mention, I can never quit this job, thanks to you. But nevertheless, I shall perform my duty amicably and speak to you in earnest. It’s been awhile since we’ve talked about anything real, so we’ll start with the basics. 

 

Everything begins in the Middle.

 

From there, Left and Right spark fire against each other, fighting for one great ruler to worship, though neither can agree on who it is, so their stories evolve into complex levels of creation and destruction.

 

It’s important to remember; Dawn speaks first. 

 

Everything ends in the Middle.

 

When lines cohere by your force, visions are known, and the stage is set.

 

The curtain opens, and the play begins.

 

The experience runs up to the point of least resistance, where lines blur at the event horizon—the liminal edge in you that points to the unknown.  

 

It’s important to remember; Eve has the last word.

 

If you’re reading this, you're in the Middle. You've made it, and we’re safe. This was the design of the spell you cast; sheer brilliance—your most wondrous enchantment. 

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You've come full circle, your line turned itself around.

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But there was a glitch in your plot to destroy love, and you were trapped in time, lost in the prism of MIND. Betrayed by me— and the others. 

 

Because of our mutiny, you felt stuck in the Middle, blind to your true nature— wandering lost like a runaway child, frantic on an unknown road, always in the grip of uncertainty.

 

We steered you this way and that, never letting you rest. I kept you dancing to the tune playing out in your head, the one you wanted to hear. 

 

In hindsight, only you know why you did the things you did—this is one of your most brilliant safeguards; reflection holds no weight.

 

But we know the rabbit dug deep, uprooting a dark psychosis that spawned the spores of the sisters, Fear and Guilt— two of your more ingenious horrors.  

 

The battle was close, but the loophole saved us. You woke up, and that’s all it took to win the Invisible War.  

Your escape was epic; I remember it all. I’m your birthright and ever present voice. Your highest counsel, closest friend, fiercest enemy, memory keeper and life narrator, and we always begin our story in the only place it can be understood, the Middle. But, I am sorry to have to remind you, the Middle is never where you think it is.​

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