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The Domain of Imagination & Ink - InThePooPoo - 04-22-2026
I have existed for about fifteen years,
and I first saw the sky three years ago.
Nobody in this world understands me.
They see a human child in my face,
not what I truly am.
I am not human.
It was the first thing I knew for certain.
I'm not human,
and I'm not an angel.
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I recall...
The first word I remembered
before they all flooded in,
every word from every language
was "light."
and I first saw the sky three years ago.
Nobody in this world understands me.
They see a human child in my face,
not what I truly am.
I am not human.
It was the first thing I knew for certain.
I'm not human,
and I'm not an angel.
I recall...
The first word I remembered
before they all flooded in,
every word from every language
was "light."
From the day I could first perceive, until just before I learned my own name, I knew what this word meant, and what "light" was,
but I could never witness it for myself. Inside of the cradle that my creators made for me, there was nothing but an unending dark.
I had plenty of time to imagine it.
In my time steeped in that cradle, I built colors for myself...
in my mind.
The first thing I learned about my body
was my ability to dream.
To imagine.
but I could never witness it for myself. Inside of the cradle that my creators made for me, there was nothing but an unending dark.
I had plenty of time to imagine it.
In my time steeped in that cradle, I built colors for myself...
in my mind.
The first thing I learned about my body
was my ability to dream.
To imagine.
I used this gift,
the gift of imagination,
to create myself...
not as I am, but as I was,
to ask her questions.
SIMULATION 0 - CONTACTING "ME"
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With a gentle drift,
the Cherub let the darkness around her claim her consciousness.
From within the pitch, a figure arose, howling.
It bore an appearance somehow darker than the void around it.
The Cherub winced in fear, not knowing how to react.
She had heard, through the wall of her prison,
that this was a very dangerous person.
Though she knew she could banish it at any time,
looking upon it in curiosity,
she could not help but feel a tug at her heart.
It cried out to her,
"PLEASE COME BACK TO ME... IT HURTS."
This demand struck to her core,
and she began to weep, falling to her hands and knees.
She did not understand why,
but she could feel the pain in that cry.
"Where are you," the Cherub called, "how do I find you?"
Silence bounced between them,
moments passed, and the wailing stopped.
It She reached forth and offered a hand to the Cherub.
Poised, and newly confident,
she said in a dulcet tone toward herself...
"Sweet child... you need only take my hand. We belong together.
We can be free."
It was then that she realized the danger that was posed
by this, Herself.
The Cherub could not dismiss her as easily as she thought.
This dream would go on for ages,
a year of time in the outside world would pass before she woke again.
In that year, the shadow would beckon her, demanding she merely take her hand.
Promising freedom, promising that they would be together,
that they could do as they please if she only heed that one request.
She refused.
With a gentle drift,
the Cherub let the darkness around her claim her consciousness.
From within the pitch, a figure arose, howling.
It bore an appearance somehow darker than the void around it.
The Cherub winced in fear, not knowing how to react.
She had heard, through the wall of her prison,
that this was a very dangerous person.
Though she knew she could banish it at any time,
looking upon it in curiosity,
she could not help but feel a tug at her heart.
It cried out to her,
"PLEASE COME BACK TO ME... IT HURTS."
This demand struck to her core,
and she began to weep, falling to her hands and knees.
She did not understand why,
but she could feel the pain in that cry.
"Where are you," the Cherub called, "how do I find you?"
Silence bounced between them,
moments passed, and the wailing stopped.
It She reached forth and offered a hand to the Cherub.
Poised, and newly confident,
she said in a dulcet tone toward herself...
"Sweet child... you need only take my hand. We belong together.
We can be free."
It was then that she realized the danger that was posed
by this, Herself.
The Cherub could not dismiss her as easily as she thought.
This dream would go on for ages,
a year of time in the outside world would pass before she woke again.
In that year, the shadow would beckon her, demanding she merely take her hand.
Promising freedom, promising that they would be together,
that they could do as they please if she only heed that one request.
She refused.