Stories of my teeny-tiny mind

Front Cortex

Grab your head for me please, right on the side of your forehead......yea like that....now, gently~ tilt it left, then right.... you're doing it right.

Do you know what you did just now? You have changed the future of those living inside your head.
I know how stupid this sounds, but believe me, what you just did will cause beauty and terror.

Sit tightly, I will be right back, enjoy your imagination while we continue our little endeavours.
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"Hey! Do you hear? Or, do you read? Oh, good, so as I can see through YOUR eyes, you are currently on word number 105, which was 'one hundred 'n' five' written with numbers, >this< is the 115th word you have heard so far. Isn't it cool? I see what you see! Oh, what if you can see what I can see too!...oh you'd just see what I see through your eyes.
Anyway, I am Plix, Plixie, or whatever [name] you choose. I don't really "exist", I am a collection of latin letters which go through your eyes, your mind calibrates them into thought, and those thoughts create me. You've probably just imagined lil old me sitting on your head, waving to some camera's direction.
So, after this little introduction of around 210 words, you probably thinking "When is the story gonna start?"