Gen, did you ever wake from this dream? Is that why you're working on the other side now.
It was real, Gen, it really was! We all held you up as the chalice into which we hoped to spill our precious seed. You were the symbol of our lost Syren, calling to us but unable to be found. Come back, little Gen, we need your warn throat and tongue on which to offer our greatest gift. That wasn't glitter, it was the light of our love, our adoration!
But alas, you're all replaceable since it just a fetish anyway...get gone Gen and make room for the next whore to kneel before us.