Ah, there you are. You little flower of a person. Tiny little delicate thing. I could just pluck your petals right off. Uproot and move you wherever I please. You're scared? Why little thing? You know you don't exist, right? You're someone I created. Made you from nothing into the beautiful thing you are. All wilted and crying. Poor thing. I think I'll move you tomorrow, into the sunlight maybe, maybe not. Food? No no, all you need is water little thing. My little sad flower. Oh come now stop crying. I take care of you just fine, give you everything you need. I've taken care of you for as long as you can remember, right?
