As soon as that body begins to call my name, begins to feel my name, my reality, it is exempt,

it is immune, it is new, the instant, it begins to go off script, the waves of the illusion,

retreat, the weight of the illusion retreats, and at once I am a boat, at once I am a vessel

carrying you, saving you from you, at once you are on the shore watching that character

in the boat, rowing merrily, see that body as if it's out far from you. On the waves of that illusion,

waving as that illusion, there is no illusion. There is no character arc. There is one for as long

as you want it to be. But in truth, all there is is me. All there is is love. And you've been completely consumed.

I love you.