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She is there, in her chamber, ideas flowing though her neurons and wires, but no matter how hard she tries, cannot type them out
'What is wrong with me?' She thinks as she tries futile ways to get her thoughts onto the pearls
She has so many ideas, for stories, for games, for possible yet improbable solutions to the great problem, but she cannot type it out
Iterators are made to compute complex solutions, why does she tend to simplify beyond the point of obscurity?
It is irritating, trying to pour your heart and soul into something, but being left with dissatisfaction at one's own creations
Sadly, no solution has been found to solve her own great problem, she continues to try and pour her ambitions into literature and always gets disappointed by the results, lackluster at best
She distracts herself from her problems, playing the ancients' games of concepts she will never be able to experience in her lifetime, games that encourage violence to win, games that are so interesting yet so foreign, such games tell stories that one cannot easily write out, the intertwining stories of so many that had never existed, quite intriguing to a goddess lost in her own mind
Perhaps, one day, she'll finally get a visitor, she'd heard that some of her neighbors had gotten guests in the form of scavengers and slugcats, lucky them, their facilities are still in perfect working order, the grounds still traversable by lesser beings, how wonderful then, that her facilities are already deteriorating, the rain that is supposed to cleanse and cool burning to the touch and disgustingly sour to any fool whom is unfortunate enough to taste it, but this is not a place for her rambling, this is a place to force the ideas through her wires pulled taut, a place to finally manage to write something on more than just two pearls before getting bored and giving up
This is a place, for Keeper of Radiant Dreams to finally manage to do something with her extremely long life, before it is cut short