Echoes of Despair?

I heard an echo. One possibly filled with despair.

I often wish to stand outside the realm of chaos & order, destiny in my own hands. All there is in my life, as much as I could, I desire control over. If you were to say 'crows are white' then I shall paint all the crows in the world white, just for you.

Alas, my illusions of grandeur are hardly called for at this time. I shall take a moment to descend from my imaginary throne and address you directly:

"I sense unrest in your world. The empty sky seemingly darkens, while the records of ancient wisdom simply...vanishes. You, the ruler, seemingly content with sentencing yourself into self-imposed exile."

"Periodically, I often do the same. No good would come over this madness. You'd be alone with yourself while Despair would plague your mind...wracking it with hate and guilt. Hate, mostly. Despair will often seek to overthrow your senses completely...and I hope you're strong or wise enough to overcome it."

"However, if the true source of torment comes from me...If I must retreat myself away from your world, I'll gladly do so. I shall interfere with matters in your kingdom, nevermore. Command me, I'll disappear from your view. Even from your memories."

"Please forgive my sudden and presumptuous notions here today...for some reasons I could never disclose, any anguish that you face often becomes my concern. Nevertheless, if we were never to cross paths again...I would like to extend my appreciation for our friendship that had lasted as long as it did."

"I shall take my leave now. It's been a pleasure. Have a healthy and fruitful life."

With a slight bow, I take a few steps back and turn myself in the opposite direction. Leaving the echoes behind.