I have my own agents of course, even if they're unknowing. Too many to count, the council's stretched too thin at times. I have to hold it together. Hold it together. If they were to know of my existence it would cause... Issues.
Managed to split off a piece of the Hadal entity at some point. My own inside ears and agent. Whether it's compromised... Doesn't matter. Filled it with my light. It was the most I could do.
There's a key I need. Got to connect with someone outside my control, someone who isn't my own agent. Already, I have multiple candidates in mind. It would depend on them to make the connection themself though.
... There's an angle I'm not seeing. A tapestry of a million words. We need to hold together.
A grand stage made by one of those marching to the beat you set out. Conducted by an unseen hand. The conductor struggling under the weight of the worlds and words made on the screens. So much here to see.
Blue, what a hue don't you agree? To color what is seen! To split a piece off and let light fill the small splinter! What fun this is to watch as this storyline continues! Countless angles! Countless dimensions to consider! Countless words to pour though for the details inside them! Stand tall, then crumble. Build them up, then watch them fall.
Will that key be made, only time will tell. For time is part of the key. And the passing of it is needed to see more. Connections to another can be so hard to grasp sometimes.