to: everyone

[restingstitchface]

Everyone. There has been nothing convenient about entertaining a few of our divine friends these past months. At this point, I believe some of them meddle in our lives on purpose. But you know how these beings are. Loving, violent and above all selfish. But their conduct should never be mistaken as good or bad.

Do you want the opinion of a professional? It’s human.

Of course, when I examine our delusions about being divine, and remember my mortal origins, it motivates me to question where they come from.

Were they once human like us?

In any case, I would like to remind you that your memories will take you by surprise. Not today. Nor tomorrow. But someday you will recall more about who you were, and perhaps find you cannot stand it. And whether that happens today or tomorrow, take a seat and have a drink, and try not to take yourself too seriously.

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[restingstitchface]

𝒜𝒽, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹.

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹?

[nomnoms]

YOUR WEL COME
:)
NICE DAY! HOW YOU?

[restingstitchface]

𝐵𝓊𝓈𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉. 𝐼𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.

[nomnoms]

OK SPECIAL PLACE GO

[ He is going to POOF into Horizon right then and there, where he can be found for the next few hours - perhaps either swimming or making lumpy sandcastles on his beach.

Feety fish numbering in the dozens scamper around in the surf. ]

[restingstitchface]

[Sun, sea and sand. None is loathed more than the other, and he often avoids all three because his work keeps him busy. But sometimes one has to stop working and pay attention to life. He observes the beach without words, acting like he owns every inch of sand while looking down on those strange beasts scuttling in the surf.]

Ah, plenty of friends, I see.

[But while certain things remain the same, others have begun to change. His reflection in the ocean - or any nearby pool of water - is certainly not quite the same. More like the man he was during that alternate reality earlier in the year.]

[nomnoms]

[ Crane is friend, and so Nanaue doesn't feel territorial about his space or the way Crane conducts himself within it. ]

DUMB FRIENDS!

[ Nanaue laughs at this, and as if on cue two of the scrambling fish collide, their leggies waving in the air as they fall over. The manshark stands then, ambling over to where Crane stands. ]

SWIM?

[restingstitchface]

[The flicker of a smile graces his face. Dumb friends, indeed.]

Perhaps not. I loathe feeling athletic.

[Memories of school. Memories of swimming lessons. Memories of being ridiculed and held underwater. Besides, what can you learn from watching aquatics?]

Why not relax and enjoy a good chat?

[nomnoms]

OH-KAY.

[ Nanaue plops down in the sand in front of Crane, watching the feety fish struggle in the surf. He starts digging a hole with his mighty hands, which quickly becomes a small pit - and as the surf rushes toward them again it fills into a small, reflective pool. One of the fish falls in, and the others soon follow, happily swimming around. ]

[restingstitchface]

[Crane says nothing. He observes the tiny creatures struggling to survive, his blank expression showing no emotion as they slip and slide into the pool. One thought comes to mind: to cause suffering and learn how his "friend" responds to pressure and stress. To see his limits and how he reacts to a challenge.

But the creatures themselves - imaginary as they are - are innocent to some. Like the creature that made them, yes. But his mind barely registers that point.]

Have you been keeping up with your education?

[Learning to read. Learning to write. That interests him more. He was once a professor, after all.]

[nomnoms]

[ Nanaue nods absently to the question, busy now with building a sandcastle next to the 'lake'. ]

GOOD WRITE NOW!

[ And read!

Well, he writes and reads much better than when he first got here, at least. He used to pretend to be highly literate, now he doesn't seem to bother with his original lies. He pats at the mound of sand he's gathering. ]

NEW BOOK?

[ Is Crane writing anything new? Nanaue likes to support his friend's works... ]

[restingstitchface]

Well, I have one on the way. Not that I expect to finish it soon.

[Work keeps him busy: all forms of it in all manner of ways. But the question earns a smile, regardless of outcome. For the acknowledgement of his intelligence is one reward. Being accepted as a bookish sort and not persecuted is another.]

Keep it to yourself, mind. A secret between friends?

[nomnoms]

[ Nanaue seems VERY interested to hear about Crane's book, nodding enthusiastically and promising in a whisper: ]

FRIEND SECRET...

[ He won't tell anyone!

Except Baby. ]

[restingstitchface]

[The beast is sentient but lacks the intelligence to convincingly lie. He has observed his attempts to appear literate and appreciates his unwillingness to compromise. He lacks the need for a persona. That is one thing of which he is envious.

Because why can he not experience the same freedom?]

Well, I already know what makes people scared. Why not share that knowledge and advise people how to keep safe?

[By acknowledging their fear and embracing it: all within a book for local people about why they fear the summoned and why they should heed their instincts.]

Because as you know for yourself, there is nothing more important than listening to one's gut.

[Their mind in other words.]

[nomnoms]

[ He nods, patting his belly, which gurgles even here. ]

GUUUUT.

[ He gets it, bro.

But also, he gives Crane another curious look - ]

YOU BOOK... KEEP SAFE FROM SCARE? [ That sounds like what he was saying. ]

[restingstitchface]

[Crane regards Nanaue with a curious eye.]

Well, some never know when to feel scared, do they? Or whether they should. I like to think I will be helping them along.

[Now his gaze becomes conspiratorial. One joke between two freaks.

Scared. Ha ha ha. Pffft.]