Day 13: How I long to be embraced in the warm bosom of my beloved
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Day 37: Supplies are running low, and I fear I may not last much longer. My only respite from this nightmarish existence is the comfort afforded by my memories of the supple breasts of my beloved. I hold on to these as desperately as to life itself, for I can feel every day spent in this place gnawing, consuming my mind with a grotesque maw that only the living mind may satisfy.
Day 105: Last night a dream came to me. It took me back to my homeland, in shadows, where I was visited by ephemeral visions of the love of my life and her bountiful breasts; Bountiful, like the rolling tracts of hilled landscape they so resembled, providing life and succour to all who therein dwell, bathed in warm sunlight as they provide the sweet nectar of life's essence. Yet these visions of ample plenty evaded my touch, denying me the soft handful of trancendent pleasure that my tormented, fading mind craves.
Day 129: My time here is unending. I have built an abode for myself from stone and the ruined detritus of ages past and the remains of long since expired inhabitants of this land. Wise men say that the wisest men of all seek contentment in neither dwelling on the past not worrying about the future, but anchor themselves in the present to gain meaning and to illuminate the mysteries of the cosmos. I have taken heed of their wisdom and turned my outward facing eyes within, peering into my very mind and, thus, have been granted a vision of insight. As I opened my mind's eye a stunning apparition of my beautiful beloved appeared as her voluptuously perfect breasts washed over every corner of my consciousness, carrying my awareness itself on the immaculate splendour of their abundant curves. I could feel myself coming closer to the penultimate truth and as layers of my mind begun peeling away, she began lactating not water but the wine of knowledge from her ineffably quintessential nipples. Words and, indeed, thoughts had long since lost meaning but I understood perfectly: "Drink", she said, "Drink from mine font and thou shalt become and we give everything". I knew what needed to be done, as I had known and loved her mysteries, her laugh, and bouncing breasts in life during our earthly time together. The breasts that followed were without description.
Credited to lagonborn
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