I'm home.
The monster is coming. The monster is coming.
Look at me. Look at me.
How do you know that isn't my real name? How do you know that everything I told you isn't a lie?
Look how large the monster inside of me has become!
Once upon a time, there was a monster without a name.
He said that eventually, I would feel what he felt. Do you know what that feeling is?
The monster without a name split into two in hopes of finding a name. The first one went East and the other went West.
Help!
Loneliness. That's what the feeling was.
The monster had finally found a name, but had no one to call him by it.
The monster inside of me is about to explode!
Johan. And what a wonderful name it was, too.
The monster is coming. The monster is coming.
Welcome home.
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