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// Masterweaver's Live and Let Write (Crimmar's "A Life of Fiction") 
// Story: Never the Final Word (Vol. 2) 
// by FanOfMostEverything 
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Another hoof reaches out and touches her wing. This one is pink.

"Everything is a story, Twilight. Good, or bad, or just random, every life is a story, every universe is a story. It doesn't make them any less real. They tell stories, and the stories match up to universes—and there's no  beginning or end, really, it just happens. Sometimes people fall into worlds that look like their stories. Sometimes people like to explore depraved possibility with those that... they do not consider to be real. Because they aren't real, not in their universe, never mind that they are elsewhere. Imagination runs wild, and not always nice."

"Who are you?" asks Twilight.

"There are so many ways I can answer that question. And frankly, that's what is going on here. Many of these Twilights aren't really... well, Twilight, in anything but name. Because they do not understand you. You're listening to a large number, yes, but not... not nearly as many  as there are, because many stories go unwritten. You're listening to a community, and there is bad, but there is also good. Those worlds are real, and this machine is pointing you to them, but only through the filter of the stories it can find."

"Can they stop?"

"... Can you stop reading? Or researching? Can you stop using magic for the rest of your life? These stories are written, sometimes in passing, sometimes as passion. No, you will never reach enough for them to stop. But there are others, like you and me, who are aware of the stories. Who have learned how to filter them. Some are Twilights, like you. Many are  Pinkies. This will not bring you peace, Twilight, because you ask them  to stop what they cannot, and none... almost none... will hear and respond. You must find your filter. And... those who hear, will help."

"How do you know that?" Twilight demands, spinning around.

"...I'm here, aren't I?"