I once dreamt that I was a servant of god, to watch over the words of the world/heavens/universe. I had slowly became fond of these words. So when it was time to ##### the words, I refused. I could not let the words to be go just because God willed it.
For my refusal, I was killed, to become part of the words of the world/heavens/universe. I was soon replaced/reseted. I felt like it was me but I was watching from afar. This new self was taught to not repeat my mistake, but she soon fell in love with the words once again. And it all repeated itself once more.
Every “reset” I felt myself drift further and further into the words I loved, and my mind drift further and further from reality. But even then, my love for words and my distain for God grew stronger.