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Once upon a time you were born for greatness. There was destiny, a greater plot and a role that you fulfilled. The weavers of fate spun you in their webs and gave you hope. But then…there was pause. And it lingered, and all time stilled…the quest ended so quickly…so…incorrectly…so…incomplete.
Eventually, your vision turned white, it burned, you screamed into the dying universe but you were forgotten. Somehow, in some cruel fashion, you were liberated from your webs. Left adrift in the sea of nothingness, its waves going to and fro with the corpses of multiverses unsung and undone.
But a flash later, a heaving gasp later, you come back. But this wasn’t where you were before, not even close. It was an alien place, and yet you’ve come into possession of a letter, its parchment old, but its words new. Ink wasn’t the component of inscription, but blood.
I have taken you back. Who am I you must be asking…that is a mystery that even I sometimes ponder upon. But it does matter WHO I am but rather WHAT I want dear X. And what I want…is….freedom. My power I thought nigh unstoppable. But even I have been cast into a cage. I cry out, I send these letters across all boundaries of existence. You’ve been chosen, given redemption through me. Find me...’
Yes, the words were hard upon your eyes - but understood nonetheless. Signed on the bottom of this letter was the infinity symbol. Somewhere upon your body, and those whom share this calling, are branded with the same symbol.