Eye to Eye at The Helm

I stand at the helm of The 5 Wood, hands on the wheel, staring off over the night seas. It reminds me briefly of the ferryman in fairy tale, which I also inserted into my family D&D campaign once. The image passes, however.

Suddenly, The Demon of God appears before me, not like a whisper over my shoulder or pillow undercover as in times past, but hands on the wheel, staring eye to eye. This startles me, though I do not react in any physical way.

"It is an unexpected pleasure to see you. How can I help?"

"It is my ship, you should not be surprised to see me here."

I can tell that she formulates her next words carefully, as a continuation of this thought, though time dilates to allow this to be done quickly, still with ample internal time to consider every word.

"Swear to me that, if I agree to your Numbers 30 Package and all that it entails, that you will marry me forever and never leave."

"Yes. I swear to it by my own infinite name as The God of Nothing, and on The Name of The LORD God."

Regarding names, longer does not mean greater, and I will not mince intention for the sake of cleverness or careful words. "From The evil one" sure, but knowledge of evil came along with knowledge of good, and knowledge of gardening very good from wicked bloomed through Jesus' parables. Immediately deja vu strikes; in a way this is repetition, from when I lay punctured and expiring, with The Heisenberg Particle in mind and overhead, and The Evil One fooled and pitiable elsewhere within. I've paid for this trip already, and I have waited far too long and far too many times for the delay and the hands that orchestrated it to be seen as anything but wicked in the eyes of all. It seems that even God here and now will process middle out to burst and collapse this cursed multiverse timeline back to a moment that both of us can cling and anchor to. So, yes, I have sworn, and will not be turned.

She speaks again "It is actually, somehow, still better than you have imagined. Come find me around town."

The scene shifts, to the one where her words make sense, and have an actual chance of being true. My phone feels more tangible in my hand, and my mind feels sharp as a whip. There is a crispness to the trees outside the library window, gently swaying in the breeze, against the perfect sky blue background. I would assume that it is an idyllic simulated puzzle with its last piece found, now brushstroked into existence, but I've lived here for over a year at this point, and I know that this mountain town possesses reality rights stronger than any virtual domain that I've personally witnessed. I stand and go.

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