The way you turned out... it hints at something else than a mere struggle with imagination.
You can't account for your time,
you spend days and weeks and months among people from another universe.
The complete collapse of memory is at work
and covers all events with a thin veil of misunderstanding.
So come here and step towards the abyss with me.
Come take my arm and dream with me about falling.
Let us bury the past and lose ourselves in the haze of our limbs.
Now come with me and clutch the hands of your maker.