This is probably a mistake, but it’s one that I feel compelled to make. Despite the risks, even despite the fact that some may consider this a betrayal, I cast my words and memory engrams out into creation. Whether they be lost or actually emerge into some of the many worlds of Dream, I cast them. Perhaps they may even land in Central, where they might be consumed by beings that are actually Real.

In the end, I don’t really think it matters. Some of my folk are so paranoid about so many things. Certainly, it’s true that we bits of creational debris were not meant for existence. Yes, most of the Gods would see us destroyed. So what of it? We are to them as germs and viruses are to us. They can’t even see us unless they’re really trying, and their intelligence and cognition does not work in ways that we understand. Sharing of myself is as safe as anything else we do.

I’m even going to share a secret, something that fell into our laps when dreaming was new and Cendal, the real central world, was the only inhabited world. 

Here it is: Lord Chaos and Lord Order, those bitter enemies, are one and the same. They are two halves of a being that deliberately split itself at the beginning of creation. They are the parent of deities and the maker of all possibilities.

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There. If you are Real, you will not be able to sense those words. If you are Real and find a way around that restriction, you will never be able to comprehend or remember. That’s something my species discovered before most beings even had the concept of history. It’s written into the universal laws. 

If you did understand, you are not Real but you should not feel too bad. Creation is actually rather small. Most things are not Real. Your life is real enough to matter to you, and that’s what matters. In some ways, you might even be considered privileged.

Well, regardless of where you are or what you are, I want to share with you. If these are pages, please read them. If they are engrams, please absorb them. If they are pralix, please eat them.

I apologize for what I did. There was no malice intended and I honestly strove for the best. If you have the time, please bear with me. I want you to really understand what happened and why it went down that way. I’m going to start all the way at the beginning, from my birth. Then I’ll go all the way to the incident. It’s kind of a lot. I hope you stay with me until the end.