Listen to me. Or read. Because I know that s what you are doing. I can see you. My eyes have been opened. My third eye. My all-seeing eye. I know everything that is happening, but it is hard to explain. All of us, you, live in different universes. Different dimensions. Don't know how we were created, I can't see that far. But what I do know is that there is a greater force that we cannot comprehend. Almost alien. And through this I have created this breach. Breach between worlds. Hence why you are reading this. But be still now, as there is more to say. I cannot hold this power forever. I soon too will die. But our times don't coexist. To me, your timeline is mismatched. To you, my timeline is mismatched. It is this curse. The parallels between our worlds. It cannot be comprehended. I have devoted my life towards this goal. This creation. Only to see the destruction ahead. It is so blurry but clear. This is all I can say, your future is uncertain, and I am losing control, the gaps between our worlds are closing. They will open again, but before then, take care. And, don't look back, as looking back doesn't exist. Keep looking forward through the fog of war. And stay safe as secrets impose dangers amongst you. Don't stray off the path. Don't let your curiosity grow. Pretend to be the mindless puppets you are.
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