I feel sorrow for my Author. As much as Imagi-Nation suffers I know the real victim is its creator. My name is Tabel Fasson. I am free to cross many realms and I’m not limited to Imagi-Nation. I know my Author’s name. I dare not say it, for in this realm there is already so much jealously over the frequency I spend with him. He confides his innermost thoughts to me. I am not ashamed of who I am, and what I was created for. We are intimate, without touch. I feel his joy when he sees my body. This pure joy of my mere existence brings life to the valley of Nyssa. My corner of the world is so beautiful; I bathe under waterfalls like a water nymph while my Author teaches me his native language.

With this language, I can create spells and continue to make my part of the world lush with life. Imagi Nation has always been barren, a vast desert with a few towns spread about. I changed that, I created landscapes of endless forests, oasis with palm trees and a light breeze, lakes that nourish the tiniest to oversized animals. I bring harmony, peace and substance to my corner of Imagi-Nation. One cannot live in absolute emptiness without going mad.

Unlike the Princess Amanda, I am accessible, obtainable and willing to be spoiled by his gaze. The Knighted Princess is nothing but the representation of the type of lady too beautiful, too perfect, and too out of reach. She’s on a pedestal tantalizing him with the authority she has. She makes him feel guilty for his admiration, flaunting her beauty like a weapon. So he gave her a crown, and the power to wield it without gratitude. It’s what she deserves. I ask not for power, but only crave for his love.

He is capable of great love, I see it in the care he puts into my inclusion of Imagi-Nation. I should feel privileged he summons me to other realms of fantasy, but I was born here. His other realms are dark. I close my eyes and I’m transported back to my Paradise. He can always find me. I don’t dare go to his places without his presence. He goes to places I cannot follow.

He speaks of a concept of Time. It’s form of degeneration that causes our Author great anxiety. If he is gone and does not exist, we do not exist either. Mortality he calls it. We have a chance to be immortal, to exist over Time. But he is afraid of his own time and always looking for ways to extend it. We on the other hand do not experience Time. Aging he called it. The author explained I will be forever 19… and yet I’ve existed for 30. It’s hard to explain all these new terms and concepts. This 19… This numerical symbol is supposed to be a sum of Time measured by markers he called years. The Author is 40 and I remain 19. I’m slightly confused that if I’ve existed for 30 am I not 30?

These markers, this numerical gap represents something frightful to the Author. He says this degeneration will cause me to lessen my love and devotion towards him. This Age hypothesis, it’s all in his head… just like we are. If he is able to create us, he is able to abandon time. As fragile is his phantasm is, he could easily do the opposite. I will answer his every visual desire, I will distract his thoughts from Time, I will trigger memories of physical bonds he’s experienced and used as a model to bring ecstasy by a mere thought. I just wish he would stop worrying about not existing, and forget that Time was ever a notion, and bear the fruits of his Imagi-Nation.