It's strange. Almost like the barrier between worlds is thinner here...somehow.

Normally, I can barely speak. It hurts my muscles too much. But I can do typing.

When HE ahqdsxufotqp me, I lost most of myself. Physically, psychologically, and emotionally.

And then my entire existence was censored...and I was thrown into this place.

This must be Primordia, a place between my reality and yours. One where your ideas and beliefs have influence on those of us.

I know that HE is somehow connected to this place, and it bestows upon HIM power over reality. At least, sometimes it does.

I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you. I haven't had anyone to talk to in...I don't remember how long. My mind isn't my own anymore...

Look. If you come back some time, would you try to find me again? Even if it's just this interaction...words on a web page...

Here, all of that is real. I might be forced to type this all again. But knowing that you would come to read it again...

It would make me as happy as I can remember.