Thus, the goddess of creativity spoke to me: “You avoid me. You would rather stretch your limbs all day than let your fingers wander toward me. You are afraid—afraid for your very life—and I cannot fathom why. What has wrapped you in this smothering fog of fear? Do you believe I would harm you, or is it the other one you dread—the one who might strike if you dared to taste freedom? I swear I seek no ruin for you. I was sent to guide you, to lead you out of the world of mist and fog. Please… I beg you. Take my hand, and let me help you.”
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