We’ll have plenty of time to get into all of that when the fun begins.
For now, I wouldn’t worry too much about my past. It’s a long story that I doubt you’d have the patience nor interest to sit through. Let’s just say that I’m very old. Much older than this supple flesh would suggest.
Old enough to start seeing the humor in a great many things that the youth would find, let’s say… “unamusing”.
Some people would call me a witch, some a sorcerer or wizard, others a demon. I’ve even been called a hag from time to time. I don’t believe that any of those people really knew the meaning behind any of those words when they used them. Me, personally? I’ve taken to the arts recently. I like to think of myself as an artist introducing a few new colors into the world through the use of a little black magic.
Oh, everyone’s a critic. I know, I know. I doubt that you’ll understand at first. But, I promise.
I promise.
If you keep your eyes open and pay attention through the symphony of chaos, you’ll come to see just what I see when I look at all of you. You’ll understand the meaning behind my works. You’ll stop being such delusional children.
And maybe then, you and I can sit down and have ourselves a real conversation.