Macula: Ponder about your situiation somewhere in the boring dark expanse.

SA: ...
SA: Sigh.
SA: Why am I even here?
SA: My memories are such a blur, since I delved into the darkness...
SA: Did I get here out of my own volition?
SA: No, it's impossible, I wouldn't abandon them...
SA: And yet I'm here.
SA: Alone.
SA: Well not alone, I know you are here, but I cannot perceive you. We've been over this million times, ok?
SA: The fact that I can understand you is a miracle that you should not take lightly.
SA: I don't even know how it is possible to be honest, but that's maybe for the best.
SA: ...
SA: Are you the reason I'm here?
SA: You say that, but how can I be sure, that you are telling the truth and only truth?
SA: After all, I let you into the session and you tried killing us all.
SA: ...
SA: You're not making much sense.
SA: And I'm pretty sure I should be furious with you for trapping me here.
SA: But somehow, I feel empty instead.
SA: Tell me. Was I robbed of my future?
SA: ...
SA: What?
SA: I'm being... worshipped? By whom?
SA: I've became a part of a panteon? Along with the God of the Gone and Goddess of the Afterlife?
SA: Goddess of the Desolate?
SA: Why? Why did this happen? Why didn't I get a say in this?
SA: WHY DON'T I GET A SAY IN ANYTHING IN THIS FUCKING REALITY?!
SA: ...
SA: My time has come, you say?
SA: ...
SA: Fine.