Dan

My infatuation goes beyond the fathomable realms of our mortal reality; the space-time continuum shivers in insignificance besides the vast eon-spanning magnitude of my carnal desire for Reigan. The very fibre of our world, of the worlds beyond even ours, trillions of light-epochs away is merely a single velvet-worms delicate thread in comparison to the incomprehensible force that is my cravings for that Reiganussy. Civilizations will rise and fall, humanity vanquished, preserved in antiquity, studied in grand hallways of the most decadent and brilliant of extra-terrestrial, otherworldly universities in the same way we study ancient Egyptians, and one day these supreme beings will find my writings and fall to their knees. I need that Reiganussy. I pray every day for the Reiganussy. I am insatiable. God cries when he hears me, the Devil averts his gaze, the outermost gods bristle and quiver when they hear my accursed screams. They know, despite their omnipotence and omniscience, that they can do nothing. They weep in their distant universes knowing that the force of my pleas are constrained only by my mortal form. They hang their heads in humiliation and shed tears; with bated breath they await the day my voice will shake the entire multiverse to its core and bring about the end of the world as we know it, all for the Reiganussy. Will no one up there, in the aether, hear me? Nor any beings in the nethermost regions of comprehensible reality? My screams fall upon deaf ears. My need for the Reiganussy extends far beyond the reach of light, time, space, matter, and all reason. When will it end?