What we observe's only a flick of a filament in an ever expanding milkyiverse, only a thin twist of a swirl in a vaster set of whirls. A tiny twit of a girl. She expands into everything. Why?

She's all that matters to me now, but in a while she'll make me let her go.

How will I say it?

They murdered your great grand ancestors with plans, machinery, and science. Nearly got your grandaddies, your Zeyde, your Obby. And might come yet for you. Maybe from you. Then they were only sleeping. It was only...half of what I say is...

It's waking and what if somehow she knows?