I don’t really know how to explain it all, but I’ll do the best I can with the words I know.

It came to me like a dream. I was standing in the middle of a desert, I could feel their eyes watching me, but there was no one to be seen. No one, except myself. I looked me in the eyes and my eyes stared back. “What do you want from me” I said. “You will speak when you are spoken to” he replied.

He told me, “I am not who you think you are.”
He told me, “You must lose yourself if you are to find me.”
He told me, “I want you to understand, but first you must forget.”
He told me, “You are a mere image, for I am the one who imagined you.”
He told me, “If you really want to see what matters you must look into my eyes.”

There I saw all of history swallowed up into one still point. A single breath of light, teetering on the edge of void, and then darkness. What he showed me next, I have no way of describing, so instead I will try to show you.