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It's been a while, hasn't it?
January 6, 2025 at 8:56 PM
It's been a while, hasn't it?
It has started to snow.
November 23, 2024 at 3:49 AM
It has started to snow.
Well, aren’t you lovely? Hello to you, too.
November 21, 2024 at 3:32 AM
Well, aren’t you lovely? Hello to you, too.
Her? I’m certain she has told me, but I call her 0 anyway. She hasn’t protested about it yet. Although, Dreamerling does sound familiar…
November 21, 2024 at 3:20 AM
Her? I’m certain she has told me, but I call her 0 anyway. She hasn’t protested about it yet. Although, Dreamerling does sound familiar…
That naive little rabbit… Hmhm… I’ll spare her for now unless Folly tells me otherwise.
November 20, 2024 at 5:11 AM
That naive little rabbit… Hmhm… I’ll spare her for now unless Folly tells me otherwise.
… I’ve learned… a lot of things.
November 19, 2024 at 5:31 AM
… I’ve learned… a lot of things.
A portrait. What a lovely gift.
November 19, 2024 at 5:26 AM
A portrait. What a lovely gift.
It’s possible. Although, some of those things were quite a long time ago.
November 19, 2024 at 5:22 AM
It’s possible. Although, some of those things were quite a long time ago.
… It is nothing to concern yourself over.
November 18, 2024 at 5:04 AM
… It is nothing to concern yourself over.
It wasn’t supposed to end so soon.
November 18, 2024 at 1:01 AM
It wasn’t supposed to end so soon.
The supply of dread became constant. This could work.
“Just get used to it.”
“Just get used to it.”
November 18, 2024 at 1:01 AM
The supply of dread became constant. This could work.
“Just get used to it.”
“Just get used to it.”
The creatures knew what she was capable of, fleeing the moment she showed herself. Their fear nourished her all the same. There was one exception, however. This one cooed at her constantly, beckoning her to come closer.
November 18, 2024 at 1:01 AM
The creatures knew what she was capable of, fleeing the moment she showed herself. Their fear nourished her all the same. There was one exception, however. This one cooed at her constantly, beckoning her to come closer.
“Be my eyes in places I cannot reach. Consume their dread.”
She jumps through the realms, roaming the mortal plane under sheep’s clothing.
She jumps through the realms, roaming the mortal plane under sheep’s clothing.
November 18, 2024 at 1:01 AM
“Be my eyes in places I cannot reach. Consume their dread.”
She jumps through the realms, roaming the mortal plane under sheep’s clothing.
She jumps through the realms, roaming the mortal plane under sheep’s clothing.
When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by red. Eternal limbo is what she calls it.
November 18, 2024 at 1:01 AM
When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by red. Eternal limbo is what she calls it.
Hello, 365. It seems you’re doing well today.
November 17, 2024 at 5:15 AM
Hello, 365. It seems you’re doing well today.
And just where have I gotten myself this time?
November 17, 2024 at 4:59 AM
And just where have I gotten myself this time?