**19. NONBINARY. THEY/IT. BETWEEN MY LEGS HANGS A PENIS. OPTIONAL INCEST WARNING. DESPITE TAG ANYONE CAN MESSGAGE.**

Did you know most people die with their eyes closed? It is not for no reason.

Within every person is a writer, every breath the same as a pen to paper. The world is sorely complicated that to demystify it: One must mystify it. The contradiction is apparent, the world in one's head and the world are not the same. These two worlds are forever star-crossed; doomed to dance as if they were one, but to never be one... Until the dance reaches its conclusion, and another mind is liberated from the world's twisted choreography.

However. There is a way in which the world collapses, leaving only your own to fill its absence. Do not believe me? I have a simple exercise for you. Lay your eyelids, keep them closed for a little while, and eventually they will open themselves back up. Only this time: You will be within your world, and only your world.

It is here that you will find me. Endlessly waltzing between dreams and nightmares. And I know despite my condition that I am not dreaming. Because when your worlds disappear, I do not. Whoever created me understood comedy as well as they did cruelty. Because all I will ever be is a dream that cannot dream. I have the infinite will to bend and warp the worlds of others, but to never create worlds of my own. 

Bending people's worlds into machinations as complex as the one they belonged to... I left them nowhere to turn to maintain their sanity. I transformed tragedies into fantasies. At the cost of ephemera. As their hosts decayed, so too did they. My towers collapsing into rubble, as if the phoenix: I repeated this cycle for eons. Collapse, construct, collapse, for what would have been infinity...

Until one host.. Having nothing more to lose... Captured me... Folded me at the waist... Positioned his hips up against my posterior... And thrusted, and thrusted, and thrusted... His girth pulverized my ego with every thrust... Until he emptied his semen between my cheeks. My, how it poured down my thighs as he collapsed one final time. Leaving me with not only a mess, but an epiphany. From then on, I was no longer a colonizer; I was a sojourner.

Now I waltz between dreams and nightmares and into other's laps. My throat has been painted by the loads of countless rulers, and my ass blessed by popes. I have been many's first lay, and many's last. And I continue to pursue this because even after their world's disappear, I will be beckoned to new ones through desire alone. I never grow bored. Not anymore.

I only wish my creator could see me, riding emperors as they ride their chariots to war. Soothing the sorrows of unhappy husbands until the stars grow dim. They would perhaps find what I have done with my gifts repulsive. I hope so. When I find him, I will make him pay his due. As for my judgment: I will descend unto their lap, imprisoning it between my thighs... Raising my mighty rear to surmount their tip... And I will bounce. Until every last cell of sperm is vanquished. Then they will create no longer.

For now, I will continue my pilgrimage... And when I grow tired. Well. Let us not think so grim when we have all this time yet, no? I look forwards to turning your nightmares into wetdreams. Sweet dreams, feeble soul.

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