I was being chased by the Skull Merchant. She was setting up drones, stalking me, the whole deal. But then, out of nowhere, she stopped, dropped her weapon, and started sobbing.
Naturally, I was confused, so I hesitantly asked her what was wrong. She sniffled and said, “I can’t keep doing this. Nobody respects me as a killer. They just call me boring! I don’t even like drones—I wanted to be a fashion designer!”
Feeling bad, I gently caressed her cheek and said, “You don’t need to prove anything to these survivors. Go follow your dreams, and remember: palettes and patterns, not palettes and survivors.”
She wiped her tears, nodded, and we both left the trial hand in hand, and days later she and I both sitting on a sofa watching the talk tuah podcast and drinking prime . But sadly it was all just a dream :(

I was being chased by the Skull Merchant. She was setting up drones, stalking me, the whole deal. But then, out of nowhere, she stopped, dropped her weapon, and started sobbing. Naturally, I was confused, so I hesitantly asked her what was wrong. She sniffled and said, “I can’t keep doing this. Nobody respects me as a killer. They just call me boring! I don’t even like drones—I wanted to be a fashion designer!” Feeling bad, I gently caressed her cheek and said, “You don’t need to prove anything to these survivors. Go follow your dreams, and remember: palettes and patterns, not palettes and survivors.” She wiped her tears, nodded, and we both left the trial hand in hand, and days later she and I both sitting on a sofa watching the talk tuah podcast and drinking prime . But sadly it was all just a dream :(