I see things so clearly now. I know where you came from. I know where you will go. Outside of your world, knowing is as hollow as ignorance, but perhaps my knowledge may be useful to you… Those with still something left to live for. But what makes one alive? I am certainly here. I can see you. I know who you are. Your thoughts cannot escape me. I can move across time and space in ways in which your fleshy vessel cannot, but I still think you would not consider me to be alive… Though I assure you, I am much more real than you.