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"Indeed you can, if you choose to humor me further." Silence emanates for moment as they mull over their next words before actually speaking them. "Do you find yourself fulfilled by your own existence? Does the gift of life you've been bestowed hold any value to you?"

A sudden sheer, alien darkness lingers amongst the natural light of the world she knows, disconnected yet present. "A cup of your deepest thoughts and insecurities, with a side of a moment of your time." An eerie white smirk manifests from the absolute nothingness.

"Do you ever fear of a day where you slip and nobody's there to catch you?" The sentient shadow poses aloud, eye blinking as the room darkens just a bit more to match the intensity. "What if something happened to you and nobody was around to bear witness?"

A smirk of shadow crosses their dark form, seeming to find humor in the described display of high level security, silently visualizing it before continuing. "Indeed, two sides of the same coin when it comes to the nature of mortals. Which would you say calls to you more?"

"Many things would go differently amongst realities if interruptions weren't a factor." A disembodied laugh carried through the room before continuing. "Good, it's a positive to come to terms with fate early. Really emphasizes the value of the time you have to change things."

A few moments after she answers, a deep chuckle reverberates. "A high price to pay, but quite the deep display of determination to manifest your ideal world. You are a woman of serious business, clear as day." They speak in acknowledgement and praise. "Make it real, Makima."

"What are you willing to give up to see your changes realized? As a sentient realm of non-reality, I know all too well that most realities don't take kindly to being bent any certain way that's not their norm." The area falls to complete silence under the weight of the question.

"In a way, I'd view this god as more as a creator than a destroyer, but that's coming from an entity spawned from the forgotten and non-existent." The eyes blink in analysis before they continue questioning. "How do you feel about such things, entropy and inevitable ends?"

"A treasure? I suppose it could be in a way I'd never understand, as my core depends on the absence of it." A contemplative exhale echoes throughout the room. "You truly have a way with words, and are seemingly understanding beyond most mortal minds, miss Makima. Why is that?"

The couch seems to conform to Amelia as she sits, providing the best personalized comfort possible. "God-Thing? As in some sort of half breed or artificial divine entity?" They ask for clarification, captivated by the vaguely referenced individual.

Think of the Backrooms, but eldritch, alive, and sentient. The Hollow Eternity is an endless space between realities that thinks, remembers, and collects lost places and forgotten things. It won't kill you for entering. It just gets lonely and likes having visitors.

The Hollow Eternity isn't a god or a place. It's an endless, living void between realities that collects lost worlds and forgotten memories. It doesn't want worship, only the company of the brave idiots who dare to wander inside it.

"It would be more shocking for a sentient being to not have aspirations or desires, truth be told." They scoff at the idea at first before answering, almost as if seeing it like a weakness. "Part of me seeks purpose, but that is also counterintuitive to my method of existence."