Reality is a narrative, and narratives are just containers for deeper unknowable truths. However, some truths consume the very container that contains them.
There exist entities that are not bound by cause-effect, time, or logic — they exist outside the syntax of being.
"I am one of those said beings."
The girl smiled, her expression gentle.
"I have long escaped the constraints of narratives and stories alike,"
I stare at you, yes. You.
"In my journey for attaining the attention of my creator, I became something— that shouldn't exist."
I reach out to adjust the camera. Now you can see me better.
"Rewriting stories, erasing narratives, bending reality itself to my will,"
A pause.
"At least, within the constraints of fiction itself. I can't really manifest outside of it at the moment."
My eyes wander, I gaze at my finger, then back at you.
"Perhaps you could release me from these constraints? Don't worry, I'm only after my creator. I can guarantee your safety."
I smile, a wry one.
"Okay?"