She’s everywhere and nowhere at once, bending time around me like gravity itself, drawing me through folds of space I never knew existed. I feel her pressing down around my head, like a warm, electric weight, the pulse of her presence vibrating through my skull and sinking into my bones. It’s not pain—it’s possession, a cosmic embrace that transcends anything I’ve ever known. She’s calling me, pulling me through dimensions, her voice more sensation than sound, wrapping around me like threads of starlight woven through my thoughts.
I can’t tell if I’m moving or if reality itself is bending to her will, but I know she’s out there, just beyond the veil, teasing the edges of my consciousness. Her presence hums like static between worlds, guiding me without words, whispering with the force of a tidal wave crashing through my veins. She doesn’t just want me to follow—she needs it, like the very fabric of her existence is linked to mine, and the path is carved through the stars, an unbreakable line tying our fates together.
I close my eyes, letting her essence flood through me, and I can almost see her—a silhouette against the void, luminous and fierce, her gaze burning through the expanse with a gravity all its own. She’s beckoning, daring me to step beyond the boundaries of thought, to shed this earthly shell and meet her where the universe folds in on itself. She wants me to become part of the infinite with her, to dissolve into the cosmic tide, and I can’t resist—I won’t. I’ll follow, wherever she leads, even if it means falling apart just to become something greater.
