You look stupid when you slouch like that. Like you don’t know the effects on your spine. Sit up doctor, even your kind must maintain proper posture.
Don’t look at me that way, like you mean to say something. You are only here to plagiarize, how long before I read about the glorious intergalactic explorer Eakran 15 on the UL news transmissions that will no doubt fawn over your hard Druinte attitude tempered by rounts spent on Earth? He is so interesting, they will say, ignorant that you have only adopted the affectations of yours truly. And what am I? Will you tell them? Will you ever tell me? I know who I am now, my name is Nebuchadnezzar Abed, but my guess is that I will not remember the details of this rant the next time we speak. I know my name now because it echoes in my mind even when I am not this man.
Where do I go? I’m learning the names of things, of places, I’m rambling about them, but I don’t know why I keep coming back here. Why am I here? Why is this happening? I can’t care that much. I have things to say, to you apparently, you fraud. You should be above appearances, but the Earthlings have changed you so much. And you love to think yourself so superior.
There is a woman who is usually above us. She is lost, or she has lost something important. You are surrounded by lost women, women in peril. Maybe it is you, maybe you are toxic to them. Maybe it is this place.
The angels are trying to help us, my friend. But maybe it is time we help ourselves. They can only do so much, and they have done more than you can fathom.
The lost woman floating above us is missing something that she has forgotten and she won’t find it easily, not without help and not before the yellow sparks.
Do you know the yellow sparks? I can see them through time, out on the coast. It is the magician’s fault you know. All of this mess. Before he came along, everything was quiet, and since? Well the world is different for sure. The dead walk, ordinary people are doing extraordinary things outside the normal human capacity, and the Alia was activated. She never had a choice really, but they never do. The Alia is always called to work. Sadly she is not what she was.
Those yellow sparks are popping, you will see them soon enough and people will fall ill. Do you care to help them?
The woman above us can, but she needs help of her own. The spirit world is a jumble and she will be lost unless it is made right.
You won’t help anyone will you? Not on purpose.
When the sparks come you won’t have a choice. You will remember this and then go to the woman, but she will be afraid of you by then. You will have wasted too much time.
The curses must be broken, my friend. And with that I must say goodbye. A teradactyl is here to take me elsewhere.
Will you just watch them all die? Watch and observe. Is that the durine you are after all these years?
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