The Pen of Realization

It's early in the morning and you are making your way towards your responsibilities and mostly zoning out the world about you, when suddenly your footing seems u stable as the tile you carelessly placed your heel upon shifted precariously and sent you tumbling forward into the remaining stonework beneath you.

After collecting yourself and checking for injuries; you turn and scan your surroundings for the offending item of your behoovenment until your eyes fall upon a glint of light reflected off a particular cylindrical item to which may have rolled your heel as you struck downward in confident stride only moments before. Taking the devilish device in hand however revealed the more intriguing hindrance than you had expected.

A small silver inlaid quill-like ballpoint pen with a crystal internal inkwell, gilded with swirling Arials of tempered silver to form a distinguished grip along its shaft. The pen and therefore it's ink which expunges forth from the devious device in a pristine barely perceivable phosphorescent silver, and has the distinct ability to make whatever is written with it, and by extension drawn into actual reality retcon, however the writer must be aware that they have a limited supply of ink unless they so somehow manage to procure more. Giving them perhaps a million words per canister of ink at the nearest 'Joe's gods and goods depot' and other purveyors of mythical items.

This knowledge however does not come to you at this time and it seems a old dirty pen to you for the most part. However it did seem to have at least some value unique to its craftsmanship and so you pocketed the token of tangibility and continued more irritated, and now even worse later than before towards your utmost destiny. If only you had known the true potential in your pocket.