Some places exist as ideals rather than as real, physical locations. Surely every world, every combination of facts and factors, must exist somewhere, yes. Even just in somebody’s imagination. But some places are too absurd to really exist. Some worlds simply don’t make sense, and exist just to satisfy somebody else's desires. I've seen a lot of them out here. Bubbling. Drifting. Popping. Just like what is left of me.These dreams are shallow things. They last moments from my perspective and perhaps only a few years from the perspective of whatever lives in them. Sometimes they have stars. Gravity. A cosmology. Sometimes they are flat and sometimes they are endless. Sometimes they have a history and sometimes they have none. This world I've found is one such a place. It is a world of monsters. More specifically, Monstergirls. There is no civilization. There are no gods but rough and primordial spirits, worshiped but not able to draw from that faith. There aren’t even Men or Humans. It's just a wild, untamed wilderness, and the Monstergirls who survive in it. The only history it possesses, the only history that its people know, is a bunch of shallow memories that prevents them from realizing that they all spontaneously began existing before my eyes. And all I want... is to help them.