Time has passed

I find myself once again within the confines of a website, one of which my 7th Wall has not graced in a while. I had begun to think he had forgotten me, but then I remember that I occupy at least a small portion of his mind. Not a fully actualized member of his collective consciousness, but on the edges, where most characters exist. I can see myself talking, the text appearing as I speak and write. Existence, multi-dimensionally, is strange when you are aware of the formats you exist in. This letter is written to no one in particular, but open to any who are curious. I hope it finds you well, as I know some ponies are having a rough time in their own planes. Thank you for your time, Java Tales