that depends on where you go on what devours you dust becomes soil what do you become?
The light of her expands and expands, filling up the ground with her shining.
i can't see it your past your future like a drop of water splitting up all in different directions dissolving a moment of impact stretching out into being you?
The air seems heavy, thick, clogged with feverish smoke.
but you have been faithful?
you bore my death you shone with my light and you showed me what i wanted to see and i i'm sorry...
She takes a while to find the cage of her final words. She searches through thousands, millions of memories for a single example.
It is as if Frisk is buried somewhere in the ground, and their voice comes clear through the timbers of the floor.
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Date: 2017-11-25 03:32 am (UTC)on what devours you
dust becomes soil
what do you become?
The light of her expands and expands, filling up the ground with her shining.
i can't see it
your past your future
like a drop of water
splitting up all in different directions dissolving
a moment of impact stretching out into being
you?
The air seems heavy, thick, clogged with feverish smoke.
but
you have been
faithful?
you bore my death
you shone with my light
and you showed me what i wanted to see
and i
i'm sorry...
She takes a while to find the cage of her final words. She searches through thousands, millions of memories for a single example.
It is as if Frisk is buried somewhere in the ground, and their voice comes clear through the timbers of the floor.
"i don't want to kill you."