Alright, so, needless to say my last story was not as well received as the first, and so an expedition must be launched to get to the bottom of this! After all, I want to improve not, um, dis-under-prove. Yeah, that sounds right.

Probably the lion in the room is the ending. In and of itself, nothing wrong with it. The original premise had simply been a shorter, light-hearted and absurd scenario where Ainsley bounded in, accidentally saved a town, was told she could have anything she wanted and, well, take a guess where that went. Truth be told, that probably would have been better received as it was more to the point and remained a good deal fluffier. But instead I found myself fleshing it out into somewhat fuller story, trying to add some vague sense of depth to it all. And...
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Ah, the inaugural entry. It ought to be something grand and memorable and eloquent, but what have I to say of myself? I am a name, a shadow, and little else, an outsider still to the ways of the portal though a curious watcher all the same. I had found the portal some years ago but had come and gone on such a whim as shadows do, never revealing myself nor speaking a word. I was but a vagrant as it were, but when I saw a post about the fears of the future by one of the artists I followed here I found myself traveling over all the old words I had crossed not but two years ago.

You see, I graduated a philosophy major with minors in a number of fields, but little did I realize that philosophy, with its promises of the noumenal and the unknowable, was but a trite little curiosity...
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