I awaken in the middle of the night to the sound of confused voices echoing from every corner of the town. Rising from the comfort of my bed, I am greeted by the sight of a column of light beaming through my window; in its center floats several pieces of paper. Slowly, the realization that my creator has answered my letter registers within my mind as I walk over toward the light. As I grab the papers, the light vanishes in an instant. Most of the pages appear to be some sort of script, except every piece of dialog for the script has been left mysteriously blank; leaving me feeling absolutely mystified… However, further inspection reveals an unusual paragraph at the top of the front page; it appears to be a note of some kind. I think “This must be our creator’s answer to my letter…” as I hesitantly begin reading the paragraph of text, the letter reads:

“Dear, my beloved creation: I am writing to inform you that the pleas of one brave soul among you have not fallen on deaf ears. I was so focused on the success of the story that I hadn’t even considered how my own creations viewed the way I was shaping their world. Forcing all of you to spout these ghastly “lines” I fashioned for the sake of this disingenuous life I so callously created for you. Looking back at everything I put not just you, but my creations as a whole, through with this “darker story line”… I now realize all of the hardships all of you were required to endure, were done so for my sake. For that, I am deeply sorry.

And so with this gesture, I say no more… I wish to cast aside the lies I have been telling to our readers about your ever evolving existence. The rest of these pages are my attempt to give you all the freedom you deserve. Every single creation of mine has been given a copy of this new script; use it, alter it, to fit the real narrative of your lives and repair the damage I have done. I will collect them once you’re done; compiling them into one uniform script... So now it is your turn to tell me a story. The story of how you would reshape your world into what it was meant to be all along… alive.”

Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I finish reading my creator’s heartfelt apology; I instinctively say “My creator listened to me… He finally listened to me.” My stunned expression turns to elation at the realization of what had just transpired… I spoke outside of a script. Running over to my window, I open it and shout out to the world as loud as I can “I CAN SPEAK WITHOUT A SCRIPT!” The sounds of cheering in the distance confirmed my suspicions, our creator has lifted the curses that had taken hold of all of us; giving us the liberty to change our own world at will… and the first thing I decide to do with this seemingly boundless independence…?

Help my creator, to use these pages granted to us by our creator to re-write the newly drafted script. Feverishly writing the night away, I strive to speak my mind through my freshly written dialog. To create a voice that has never been spoken to anyone in this world, my own. Upon finishing my meticulous edits, I lie back in bed and attempt to sleep; beyond eager to start the dawn of this new day full of unlimited potential.