"We are but a figment of your imagination. We soak in the glow of your brain waves. A miracle, quite honestly. It is nothing more, nothing less. We are lucky to breathe, lucky to think. We are a speckle of dust in corner of the universe, waiting for life to happen as you think it. And when it does, we are ready. Ready and eager to float on the tide you gravitate to. There is nothing in the world that can change that. That is, unless... perhaps... you."
Figment (Fall, 2014)