CC'est la key

C’est la key – Leviathan.

*There’s a knock on the door*

[Leviathan, Devyn]
…Come in.
*The door opens*
…Hey.
Hello. Please… come in.
*Devyn closes the door*
Closer.
Sit down.

*Devyn takes a deep breath*
…M’kay.
Okay… Here you are.
Here I am. In all my- living glory… baby. Um… so… Um, I’m Devyn.
I know who you are. I see you. I’ve been dreaming of you. Patiently awaiting your arrival.
…Oh. That’s good, I was worried I may have had the wrong place or something.
…You’re funny.
…Yeah. I try to be.
Um… so, who are you?
I… am Leviathan. The serpent which sleeps at the base of your spine. The serpent which is a coil. The coil which is a spiral.
…The spiral which is unraveling.

Oh. Um… does, um- does that mean I’m gonna die?
…What makes you think that?
Eh… I dunno… Um… it reminds me of my, uh- my mom. Um… my- my mother- my mother died. She killed herself.
Why?
Um… uh, she- she was in- she was in physical pain… and she was depressed… and she felt unappreciated… unseen… and unloved.
…But you loved her.
Y- yeah. But um, y’know. It, uh… it- it w- it wasn’t enough. And um… it wasn’t… real.
Hmm… It makes sense that you would be tempted to view what’s happening to you right now through the lens of a story you’ve been telling yourself repeatedly for your entire life. But… it is just a story. It’s your story, and it’s- very beautiful and moving and tragic, but-
It’s just a story.
And a story that’s swiftly approaching its end, at that.
Yeah… yeah. Yeah.
Um… what’s happening to me?
…Your eyes are beginning to open. Tell me what you see.
*A bundle of papers is heard being shuffled*
I’m… I’m staring at a bundle of papers that I’m holding. And um… it looks like a script… Some of it’s- like, longer versions of this- conversation that we’re having. It’s… pieces… It’s a script.
The script from which you read becomes a life in which you live. Look up now… and tell me what you see.
*He stops moving the papers*
…Leviathan. Before me. And… within me. A dragon… aroused from slumber… yawns and spreads her wings. The spiral unravels. She takes flight… rising upwards. Upwards through my body. Fills my head with fire. Emerges… through my crown.
…Yes. Now… look… through my eyes… and tell me… what you see.

Oh my god…

Look at this stuff
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl
The girl who has
Everything

Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around, you would think
Sure…
She’s got everything

I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I’ve got who-zits and what-zits galore
You want thing-a-ma-bobs?

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