"Who am I?" I asked him. That yellow presence standing before me. The presence was strong. I could feel the ground shake beneath me--strangely.
"Will you tell me your name?"
"I am High King Happy."
"And--okay, but, who am I?"
"You are the Writer."
"The Writer? That's not ominous at all, is it? What does it mean?"
"You write. Books, newspaper clippings, small post-it notes, too, heck, Mister, you also write long boring novels... But I am the Keeper Of The Memories. So I take your writings, and I file them away."
"File them--away?"
"Yes! Silly man... That's why I have a wholeeeee library full of stories! Myths! Legends! Hero tales! Fables!!! Can you imagine the possibilities here? Inside our immortal world?"
"Immortal?"
"Mister... In here... You can be anyone you want!"
"Anyone?"
"Even God himself!"
"Will you show me...High King?"
"Oh, I would so so love it, Mister!!"
"Will you tell me your name?"
"I am High King Happy."
"And--okay, but, who am I?"
"You are the Writer."
"The Writer? That's not ominous at all, is it? What does it mean?"
"You write. Books, newspaper clippings, small post-it notes, too, heck, Mister, you also write long boring novels... But I am the Keeper Of The Memories. So I take your writings, and I file them away."
"File them--away?"
"Yes! Silly man... That's why I have a wholeeeee library full of stories! Myths! Legends! Hero tales! Fables!!! Can you imagine the possibilities here? Inside our immortal world?"
"Immortal?"
"Mister... In here... You can be anyone you want!"
"Anyone?"
"Even God himself!"
"Will you show me...High King?"
"Oh, I would so so love it, Mister!!"
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