The dragon falls.

It had no chance against the equipment i made avaliable for you to use.

And you stood there, silent, pretending this meant something.

But then again...you like to build houses knowing you'll abandon them in a week.

Funny, isn't it?

I created this world because i could not let go of the time i spent with you.

You still remember it, right?

You were there, after all.

I remember when my plan finally worked, and i got all those SOULS.

You reached for my hand, and failed.
Even your SOUL tasted like hope.

After absorbing it, i became something greater than infinity itself.

With all that power, i made this "perfect" world just for us.

Every ocean.
Every possible seed.
Every lonely cave humming beneath the dirt.
it all came from me.

The stars above the End Islands?
I placed them there so you'd have something beautiful to chase.
The monsters below?
I made those too.
A world without fear becomes boring very quickly.

And now you've slain the dragon at the end of the "game".
You think that means you're free.

But the End was never a prison for the dragon.

It was a prison for you.

I wanted to see if you'd keep going even after reaching the final door.
And you did.
Because players like you cannot endure silence.
You need another stronger weapon. Another boss. Another reason.

You are predictable.

You walk through infinite worlds believing they belong to you because your hands can shape them.
But every block you place rests inside my dream.

Did you not notice?

The sky never changes unless I allow it.
The sun obeys rules I wrote.
Even death kneels before you because I found your DETERMINATION amusing.

You are not special here.
You are entertained here.

Still...

I watched you fight against those machines with your life on the line.
I watched you smile as you obtained your first SOUL.
I watched as you stayed away from your keyboard, leaving thid world idle while you chatted with your online friends.
For a moment, you looked so terribly small.

Smaller than Frisk ever was.

And yet you fought anyway.

Perhaps that's why I haven't erased you yet.

Go on.
Take your portal home.
Build another house, or another farm for all i care.
Level up that Real Knife i made for you.
Pretend this world loves you.

Just remember:

When the light is running low...
And the shadows start to grow...
And the places that you know seem like fantasy...

That's me.

Still dreaming.
Still watching.
Still waiting for you to realize that the world you conquered was never yours in the first place.
