#cryptid journals

The void is calling, and I am exhausted.

My lovely little children of the world, the everlasting summer and winter children, and the ephemeral chuldren of autumn and spring. I send regards to all of you, and everlasting joy.

I hold within my palms, the last cookie. It is very good. Good night from my timezone.

We are all eternal in our own ways, and you just haven't found yours yet. Remember godhood is attainable, they're just hiding it from you. Goodnight fellow moths.

Your memories are precious in every way, and remember to hold them close, for they are the homespun golden thread of fate for you. Have a good day lovelies.

For those applying to colleges, I wish upon thee the best of luck.