Chapter Six.

She tells me that the world I behold in her summer-sky-painted eyes is, in fact, a true reality.
Not only has she seen this world, she has in quiet moments journeyed through its sacred plains and forests.
She has climbed it's lofty snow-capped mountains, waded it's silver-striated streams and
rivers...and she has voyaged across its vast wave-rippled ocean.
Her spirit explores this world because I am there, and I am waiting for her.
It was my need for her that created this world, yet it is, in fact, all of her creation.
My brushstroke created this world as a portrait replicating the reflection of her secret needs and desires.
She has deemed me worthy to share her secrets, and so here in this world I exist with them alone, to keep them safe, to keep them eternal.
I exist here and wait for her to find me, but I am not her...