despite only having talked with rebecca a couple times_ being around and talking to her gives me a unrecognizable feeling of warmth now_ the primal remnants of a past life it seems_ i guess its love_ but its not mine_ its nice_

Fluid beings. That's what exists in here. Anima walked. He walked in the dark. In the dark for hours. Days. Weeks. Centuries. He passed by the initial singularity more than once, he felt his body stretch and deform, twisting, bending. He walked for so long his legs would go stuck in that motor function. He both forgot his life and relived it at the same time. There was no space to exist in. No object to hold onto. He became truly formless. In that formless state, existing without context, the lost pieces of Mr. Doherty and Rebecca radiated inside of him. He was able to pierce into the mind of Mr. Doherty. Not for long, but enough to retain. All is well. All is well.

ANIMAAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭IM SORRY ANIMA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭FUUUUUCK😭😭😭😭😭😭YOU😭WANTED TO😭😭😭DIE😭😭😭WITH THEM BUT😭😭😭😭😭THEY DIED😭😭😭ALONE PROBABLY😭😭😭😭😭FUUUUUUUCCCCK😭😭😭😭😭😭

I CAN ONLY INTERACT AND FEEL WHATEVER REBECCA FEELS IN THE WORLD OF ORDER. - M he likes mint chocolate - rebecca

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sketched this while i had a headache and it made me feel alot better after. Thanks flies

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The poopy parable

MY ART OF HIT FREAKS FLIESTANA

I'm really happy with the brush ive been using!! :D