Mostly everything is silent now and I am apathetic and lethargic. The sound of the babbling streams and the leaves rustling as the cool midnight air dances restlessly through the trees does not reach this place. It is quiet here, so very quiet and still, so still. I am at peace in this obsidian palace, tall, black, and gleaming, impenetrable. Sometimes though, I will think of you, remembering...
Why do people post irrelevant photos of random shit saying “same” underneath it