I believe it to be a he though such allocations of gender are unrefined upon my part. It has nothing to deal with the whole of it's character. I Digress. I call them mister Warp. Their face is an infinitely dark hole into nowhere beyond. Nothing special but everything imaginable. They are instructing me in some ways, opening my insides to the idea of inevitability and showing me what it means to exist beyond existence. They lead me to a pool that was breaking apart and beneath it's waves I looked upon fears that did not belong to me but inside they were. I tried to pass through the white door but they won't let me. Mister warp knows I'm not ready and I've a life time to open that door. It's a matter of allowing my eyes to stay closed.

There are great black horns that pierce into the hate in my chest, and they revel my incrimination of mortality and irrationality that only this feeble physical realm will allow me. Here I am dominated by nature and it's course. Beyond I am whatever it is I am believed to be. A seeker perhaps? A gatherer? A light? A darkness? Mister warp seems to know more about me and maybe it's pity or maybe it's all lies. They are formless but I can clearly see what they are right now. Now I forget for they will not let me.