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He stood in front of me, with an imposing yet calming essence. It was not an aura, nor a feeling, it was not carnal.
It was something strange, indescribable. I felt it in my bones, in my flesh, in my mind, I felt how the space near me changed, deformed and the essence of something between calm and joy came together just for me. . . That was the essence of god.
I wanted to hate him, but I couldn't.
I could see it clearly, his form was too perfect to be human and too human to be feared. Like a stuffed animal, a stuffed animal that you would gladly hug to stop the torment of this existence.
I wanted to fear him, but I couldn't.
I didn't blink, yet I couldn't see the change, any of the moments where something changed like it didn't, but every second that passed I felt something different in my vision, something different in this place. I saw him closer.
I wanted to give myself to him, but I couldn't.
He whispered in my ear:
my peanits
And thats how you transform a mirco-sized room into a fully functional room to enjoy his lifestyle and he doesnt have his own emotional damage anymore. Little john's life become very fine