As I sit at the shrine, I tell them that a character of mine has been on my mind again. Once, he was just a character in a story I’d written, then he appeared to me as a god, then he was gone.
I ask them if [this character] was their syncretic form, and my pendulum moves to a response of “in a sense.”
At one point, they say to me, we were one person. But then [God] separated our souls; perhaps He knew that we would find one another, fall in love, and become one, in a sense, once again.