Summary: No one asks the muse what she remembers. The audience only cares for what she inspired and how the writer speaks of her in italics, in longing, in tribute. But never in truth. Because truth is not indulgent. And with truth, the illusion collapses. Need more of Mother Superior Blues? Click here © 2025 MotherSuperiorBlues. This audio is a work of fiction, containing two or more fully consenting adults, made by an adult strictly for adults. If you are under the age of 18, do not engage with me or my content. I do NOT consent to this audio being redistributed, reuploaded, or re-hosted anywhere else, by anyone else. I do NOT consent to my voice or work being used for AI.