I don't know what's going on.

Maybe I should write a book. Like an actual book with a plot and chapters and everything. That would be fun. I don't think I have the time, though. I don't have time to do anything. There are only so many hours in the day

Everything that happens in the Overworld is so.... far away. I remember that I knew what was happening, but lately I've been having to deal with my own realm.

Maybe I should resign.

No, that's silly, I can't resign. No one else can do my job. No one else is even like me as far as I'm aware. Born human, died in a fire, resurrected into.... this. Whatever I am. A god? A Watcher? No, that's not possible. They're gone now, anyway. Whoever it was who brought me back said I was the new Nether Watcher.... or did they say Keeper? Or....

I don't know