I'm not completely sure what this is.
I wrote it when I was very spaced out, and wanting to escape, so I suppose it's about that. It's maybe about shapeshifting. It's maybe a bad poem. It's maybe a kind of Buzzfeed-style personality test wrapped in language to disguise it. It's maybe a story. I don't know. I hope you can take something good from it.
The secret ending is the one in which nothing happens.