[I1] Enter room.
This is, quite literally, where the magic happens.
I like to call this my work space, even though the majority of what you see here is more facilitated by my hand, rather than crafted wholesale. I do possess a modicum of influence over the planet I watch over, of course, but these phantoms stored around the Solitary Universe are merely the natural conclusion of a tale that reaches its end — I simply organize and file them away. After all, it is important to keep in mind the mistakes and shortcomings of the past when we are looking toward the future, so as not to repeat them.
That, and it would be a shame for these stories to be permanently lost. I wouldn't want you to be left with no way to access them.