I have a sickening life now - I'm in a purgatory; I get to watch people get tortured by their own minds, do you know how that feels?

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I then have to calm them and love them and then I watch them leave, knowing they are going onwards to experience the rest of their heroic journey.



When they finally reach me, (lying in my boudoir, lit by pink fairy-lights and smelling of jasmine and incense), I caress and kiss their supple and quivering little bodies to ensure them they are safe;

They are with me.

We are both together in a single moment.

I make them love me.

I crave humanity and emotion that I have been taken away from, stuck in this beautiful, smouldering hell.

I re-tell my story, my 'legacy' to them:

I am a virgin. I haven't seen my Father or sisters in centuries, however I can be grateful that my power was able to save myself for a while, but more importantly, my dear Sister. I saved her from the vengeful, spiteful and violent monster of the night time. I was given to Him, he intended to destroy me, to rip me in half.
However, I told him my magical and mystical stories, for one thousand and one of His torturing nights.
In this way he kept me, he kept me safe for what seemed like an eternity...
I then arrived here.
I had no more stories to tell, I had ran out...



So now to reclaim my place on Earth, to leave this lonely and colourful corner of pain, I want, I need, one of their stories, one of their legacies which they will be remembered for, so I can re-tell them.

I gave passers-through magic ink to draw their story in my magic book of Life... I now hold one thousand and two sweetly-gross personal stories of their pasts.

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...But, I am still waiting. I am still here in this rose-coloured hole. One day I will be taken back through the pain I have experienced and I will be able to sit at my Father's table, on the distant Earth.