“Hello. I’m Dia, I don’t eat people or sew together bits of dead animals to create new ones. And I don’t have an ancient Demonic God in my head called Azathoth.”
“I also love ice cream.”
“All my life, the parts that I can remember anyway, all I wanted was to work in a morgue.”
“There amongst the dead, smelling the decomposition of flesh, and hearing the last gasps of unused bodies, maybe I’d finally feel at home.”
“I saw you just like week, David. You silly.”
“And tomorrow and next year.”
“But if you mean in a linear sort of way, I think I was in a hotel creating serial killers by accident.”
“I was communing with the Night, you know. She remembers me from before I was me. And she does like the company sometimes.”
“She was the first, you know. Everyone thinks she weren’t, but she is. Can’t even have a big universe creating dream if there’s no Night, can you?”