#..ask

Being at a loss for words is nothing new for the sleepy star. He had spent the majority of his existence in silence. And yet, here the luminary was unsure if he was deserving of thanks.

Just as a nightmare turns the sand black, various parts of the island might resemble tranquil, serene landscapes. Others may be more energetic and filled with various projections of dreams. The sand pulses with color during a particularly eventful night. Being the diligent guardian he is, only good dreams are sought out, collected, and distributed of course.

:: eh, depends how we'd meet I guess. I write her from personal experience (a lot of it at least) so if we get me back in her setting aka living on the street...she'd probably adopt me, as the extrovert she is. But right now, I'd be too hippie for her and she'd be way to unstable to have around as a close friend lol. If I had to imagine us having fun it'd be us smoking weed and bonding over music, maybe stealing from a grocery store together idk...

Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can’t reply, I just have to read it and post it.