"Ever since that day, I can’t recognize this world. I was… intolerant. An ambitious man who came to believe his own genius reputation, only focused on one thing: reaching the pinnacle of his field.
[REDACTED] taught me there was still hope—worlds even an empty man could still live for.
That’s the trouble with finding heaven. Losing it is more terrible for having known it in the first place. But I’m no longer the man I was when she was still here. I needed her eyes to see the world without pain, her soul to learn how to love it. Yet no matter how hard I try to remember now, it all slips through my fingers.
My world has lost all color. I think I understand, to my very bones, the old saying, “Hell is the pain of remembering loss.” Even now, I, Giuseppe Geppetto, is no different than a puppet’s hollow shell." My Halcyon Days event piece featuring Geppetto for the Lobster Inn discord. :)
