One who envisions characters, worlds, and the stories that lay within, does not do so lightly. These are lives that never were, realities that couldn't be. But their stories are a possibility. 

One that sees these possibilities are those cursed with imagination; it is a double-edged sword. On one hand, those few are gods in their own right, creating and destroying what they deem necessary. On the other, there can be no satisfaction from something so infinite.

So they write, a means to an end an end; an outlet for their overflow; to express, share, clarify, claim as theirs. For just as the stars, there are many reasons one takes on this burden. And a burden it is...

Because it means I still need to figure out how the FUCk dialogue works.