Define me, I ask. As by your door walk the men with abyssal coats, their humming eyes transfixed on an object that sits where you do now, only it knows something you do not; that use to scare you, a long long time ago, and a long time yet to come.

Define me, I ask again, jarring you back into our current place and time. "Define me without using the words they taught you." You've tried, you plead, you don't understand what I'm asking, you beg, we've been here for hours and it's making you uncomfortable, please what do you want from me? You're not who you should be, and somewhere deep down inside you know that, you came to us for help a very long time ago, and we're now holding up our end of the bargain. Look at your hand, carefully now.
As your gaze hesitantly pulls from mine, it slowly finds your hand, at least what was your hand, what appears to be cracks in glass trail up from your fingers and down your forearm; normally this would frighten you, but something is changing, cascading ideas, 'aha' moments as you would have called them. Akin to waking up, and yet your eyes never once closed, you find yourself plunged far far back and far far forward again, the world is waking up, and you asked us to set your alarm because you didn't want to miss out. Well I'm here now, and it's time. We're all here, and you don't have much longer, the planet turns, and the cosmos is present.

We are fire, fire that cannot be imagined, that burns hotter than a trillion suns. You and I are here, it might take a moment for your eyes to adjust, but open them now, otherwise you're going to miss something astounding.

Oh, and before I forget. Good morning, we all missed you. <3