I plunged into this metaverse head first intending to create from it what I willed. Did I will you, my friend? Did I precipitate you out of the void by thought alone? Not my creation, but the answer to my upturned palm waiting to catch and hurl magic outward in a giddy spin. Yet there you stand, laughing at me for being pinned to the ground by your weight and voice and penetrating blue eyes.
Four months here, full of delight and surprise, laughing and learning. What is thin, and trivial, and difficult is of little consequence. Here there is life.
Four months here, full of delight and surprise, laughing and learning. What is thin, and trivial, and difficult is of little consequence. Here there is life.
