I sometimes fear that my mind and reality change and shift parallel to each other. That is, I very much fear that reality is nought but the workings of my very own soul on display. And all of the players, their existence only as a satellite to mine. Might they know this, would they not crowd my body, rather than reject me as they do? Or are they bound by a nature that exists as though the pen on a page?
And the hand that holds this pen. Might he also be bound to the players? Should his hand slip, might a character change as though struck or possessed?
What would happen when the story has been finished?