I have no name

I have no real name to recall, no origin, or a clue of who I am really. I just know i see different universes all happening at the same time, different versions that have either minute differences or changes so drastic that they would be considered fictional. I generally have gotten used to the fact of what I am and what I will do, but that will come in due time for now i will begin like i feel all stories must for this new world i discovered. It was a beautiful day in Equestria the sky glazed a bright blue as the sun reflects off the clouds of the passing sky, I look and see young Twilight sitting under the towering tree behind her. Now i know what you must be thinking how do I possibly know all of this information if I have just appeared here, it will all be explained in time but for now i must continue. She is reading her books as usual. Looks very studiously occasionally sighing, oblivious to the adventures she will have and the lifetime of friends she will gain, ahh the beauty of this pure universe. It is a shame that in some realities she never goes to Ponyville that one is particularly sad, to see this innocent creature housed up in a library filled with dust and grime, reading knowledge that will not be shared with anybody but her slow degrading brain. In fact it pains me to say that she even goes mad, a misplaced spell or crying in her sleep and muttering under her breath as others pass her by in the streets, her heart is cold not knowing the warmth of friendship. Spike leaves her in his pursuit of a better life, makes since with him being a chore boy and all, she doesn't stop him, her only response is to continue reading, To stop him would have left her to open up herself to a world that might reject her, shun her for her gift of terrifying power. She will of course bring both her own destruction along with her peers as the spells she cast bring about more chaos. She grows enough in power to overthrow Celestia in a fit to find out what she needed to do with herself, everyone fears her and respects her. She destroys all threats to her empire she has made and continues to gain more land from her very strategic campaigns. She even shuns her family for trying to reach to her only shred of humanity, and with the death of her brother she shuns all contact completely. Though as she continuously searches for more powerful magic she in the end fails to find the kind she needs the most. Shame really, I liked her, we could have chatted about multi-universal theories. Ah blast I'm running out of time, time to head home...................

I apologize that I cannot let you see my abode but in any consolation i will describe it too you. At least in the best way i can it is hard to describe it for it always seems different. The ceiling reaches thorough infinity as the isle upon isle of books stack against the walls, the ceiling reaches beyond my eyesight as floating carts go by in fast paced precision. I wrote all of works before you and  in these books contain my different recordings of my travels but not completely by myself really, by my selves would be more accurate statement. See my visage exists in all or at least most realities so it is hard to tell who or rather what I added once i found this place the other mes trained me in the proper use of my power of being a future being. We have to record everything or no one will believe they existed in the first place. Though every once and awhile we find realities that should never be known about or even spoken of. For the bottom floor has a fail safe we have where we put the more heinous books. Behind the series of old wooden tables spread about the whole area with several worn out seats scattered about. Is a giant fire place the heat alone fills even infinity its giant cast iron visage holds the nightmares we report. The darkest realities, the ones devoid of all hope we burn them, all the occurrences of the worst, including ones about our pony friends, especially those. Though reading about them sometimes is enjoying in some aspect of the word. For now I  will continue to monitor the happy reality for it brings joy to me, you may follow of course but, i will warn you now not every thread leads to a reality with happy endings or Smiles,

Signed the Being with no Name