croc
District Of Columbia, United States
 
 
Death is not death. In this place, life is fleeting. To whomever might find this lore, I can but only provide you with one advice: always move forward.

:cozydbd: ~> :whiteward: ~> :thetrap: ~>:thehook: ~> :sacrificed: ~> :cozydbd:


No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.
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Every place feels mysterious, yet is somehow the same. Every time I wake up I shiver with fear for what new nightmare awaits. Each departure from the campfire is into confusion. Slowly I learn the different places, recognizing features and buildings but I never really understand the pattern. As if some powerful force is shuffling the world as if we were a deck of cards. Maybe we are just pawns on a scrabble board?
The walls are endlessly bare. Nothing hangs on them, nothing defines them. They are without texture. Even to the keenest eye or most sentient fingertip, they remain unreadable. You will never find a mark there. No trace survives. The walls obliterate everything. They are permanently absolved of all record. Oblique, forever obscure and unwritten. Behold the perfect pantheon of absence.
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Cheeky Slag Chantelle 4 Nov @ 7:44am 
-rep plays renato so uhhhhhh kinda weird
Big Buyarda 14 Sep @ 2:29pm 
That parry was nuts tbh
Catboy Renato 27 Mar @ 2:50pm 
yikes player - dodge
croc 27 Feb @ 7:39pm 
heck yeah!
Skeleoh 27 Feb @ 6:03pm 
Lmao yeah, totally right. That should 100% be in the game with how far you glided. Makes sense.