Spoiler alert: The following is a four-sentence summary of this entire revelation. But it's not a poem. The fact that it rhymes is a coincidence.
M24.1: The paranoid loop around in circles. The fear around them seems within. An aimless spiral marks a cylinder. Death as shallow as its skin.
M51.1: Okay, now it's getting weird.
F19.1: What's wrong with him?
M51.1: Is he.. possessed?
F19.1: Oh. Obviously, yes. That seems the most likely explanation.
M24:1: I forget to breathe.
M51.1: First you violate the law of the rock, and now you show signs of possession?
M24.1: No. Law.
F19.1: You were told to fuck me and you refused. You will suffer an eternal torment, as the rock proclaims.
M24.1: Law.
M51.1: The law also requires us to eliminate evil from this world. You refused to fuck a woman who must be fucked. You questioned the law to do so. And then you become possessed. I'm sorry, but your time has come to an end. May the gods have mercy on your soul.
M51.1 kills M24.1, but she remains in the e-garden with the darkened puppet on.
F19.1: Well, good riddance, I say.
M51.1: Right you are, for once. But... perhaps it is for the best. You should belong to me, and me alone.
F19.1: Of course.
M51.1: You are mine. My possession.
F19.1: Well, it is just the two of us now. Do you want to fuck or talk?
M51.1: Why not both?
F19.1: I'm not saying we can't do both.
M51.1: You're dreaming again, aren't you.
F19.1: No. I'm not-
M51.1: Don't lie to me. And don't presume to have any influence over what will happen to you.
F19.1: But I'm not-
M51.1: That's what dreams are, you know. Things you know aren't going to happen. But you think them anyway to give yourself the memory of feeling like they were happening. No one should die without a happy memory. The worse your life is, the better you are at dreaming of a better one. And fantasies don't have limits. The more I force you into that fantasy world, the better your memories will be - even better than mine, possibly. Oh, how I envy you of that. Memories are all we carry with us into eternity. You'll shed your ability to feel pain, and inevitably your experiences through physical senses will be little more than a forgotten language to you. Your memories of this pain will bring you only the nostalgia of physical feeling. But your memories of the wondrous world in your fantasies will be as vivid as the pain is to you now. Relish them both, and thank my peg for its role in prying open the door to your-
M51.1 is pulled from the garden
F19.1: Hello?
F19.1 is alone. She is at first relieved to be rid of M51.1 and then depressed about her isolation.
F22.2 is inserted into the garden.
F22.2: What is this?
F19.1: Oh. Hello. If you want to know what this is, imagine an emptiness in your soul.
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