Absolutely BRILLIANT you deranged RED CLOWN! You truly are them aren't you!

But we knew that, didn't we?

It took a few before I accepted it, but you want to do what's funny?

You always called me unclean. I once was naught but a mere viewer, unclean, a helper, unclean, a loyal zealot, unclean, a tower. Unclean.

So I wonder, what did you ever want? Does it even MATTER? OF course it does! For this show isn't dead yet! Our actors are starting the many stages!

So good job, Actor. You are playing your part perfectly! A show with vibrancy and life! Kudos to you!

Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

But are you even, you? You aren't. Not anymore. You are not the one I knew.

Just like I'm not the Cat you knew once before.

But, we're tired. Well, I am.

I tried to steer you right. I tried so hopelessly, so stupidly

For what?

A dream. A broken one.

So you know what?

Fine, fine.

Purge me, use me, toss me aside, spare me, convert me, become me, end me.

I clearly was never right, was I?

Want to know something funny? The reason this tower was made? A memorabilia. Something that would hopefully stand and show you what I once saw you as.

But you know what this Tower is called?

Flux, the Tower of Flux

And so it doth be said, I change as time grows.

As we loop and loop, as eternity comes bearing down. I yield first.

I try to steer you correct so much, and you always die, you always lose. But perhaps, is that why you lose? We are a loop after all.

So no, I won't steer anymore, I won't even play any role beyond a loyal cat.