.
I really am nobody. All my kind are.
I also almost wish someone else were interested, or... even curious.
Thankfully, our wishes aren't fulfilled. I need to be nobody. Not
as Death, as War. Or... so my dreams tell me. I don't even need
this flesh to be that. If I need flesh, I will have it. It isn't
as it seems, for some of us? So I presume, rightly or wrongly. I
would die to be like you. I... can't even seem to die. Yet.
Sadly, even if this, or the other, stories are true, and about me? They really aren't. All my stories, in truth, are about you. Sleep well, little ones.
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