Tell me a story, but make it something true. Lie to me and I will believe it.

I've been hurt by you before and I know your name is false. But your true name lies within my ken if I only wake from this dream in time. I will puzzle out its tangle of letters, its labyrinthian snarl of sounds and meaning.

You think you are safe from me, that you can throw stones.

Do not forget you live in a glass house.