Ivy

I once told Stanley the story of the Mundanian myth of the Ouroboros: a dragon so long it circled the whole planet.

Now he likes to sleep in a circle biting his tail to pretend he is that big, but I think it's his way of saying I am his world. That's proof of imagination, right? I hope he comes. I know he has other duties, but he could steam the corruption away, just like the cleaning company he's named for.

Oh! This isn't a wishing mirror? Who am I talking to then? This will be fun!