Minecraft's End -

I see the player you mean.

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

They used to hear voices.

Before players could read.

Sometimes disturbing.

Sometimes beautiful indeed.

Does it know that we love it?

That the universe is kind.

A million years ago, it still works, in the reality behind.

And the universe said I love you.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

And the universe said you are not alone.

And the universe said you are the night.

Once we were called, the spirit of the mountain.

Who are we?

Father sun, mother moon.

Gods, demons, angels, aliens, the player, too.

We are the universe…

We are everything.

You think, isn’t you.

You are alive on a flat,

infinite world.

Generated by a sourcecode, a million years old.

And the universe said I love you.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

And the universe said you are not alone.

And the universe said you are the night.

Take a breath, now.

Take another.

Feel air in your lungs.

Dreamed it was lost

in a story, and the game was over.

Wake up.