You can hear me, can you not? In your dreams, your thoughts, wherever you are in the world. Do not be alarmed, nor afraid. I might be neither friend nor foe, but I have no intention on harming a single hair on any of you — any of mankind. I am simply a spinner of yarns, no more different than you.
We’re the same, you and I — or I’d like to think we are. I have never been keen on envisioning my tales beyond penning them, yet you give them voice and rapture! The masses might simply be ignorant of their veiled meanings. Their originations. I am not.
I invite you to my abode, At Wit’s End. Normally, you’d need a special key of my own making. Do not worry.
I’ll personally open the door.