Ā Ā Ā āThere was once a land that was scorched by flames that kissed theĀ grey sky. Smoke filled the air and choked anyone within the vacinity, littering the lands with corpses that are now decayed into brittle bones, hands against where their throats once were. Itās a gruesome sight, but some say that when the moon shines over the corpses, people can see the young couples that perished in the fire dance in the moonlight to a beautiful sonata. Itās as if the fire never destroyed anything, but created new life that only those with a positive outlook could understand.
Ā Ā Ā Itās a beautiful tragedy⦠But itās all a lie.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āYa do realize I didnā ask, righā?ā {/She wasnāt trying to be rude in the slightest, but Nicole had no interest in hearing these stories. They didnāt interest her. She didnāt have a positive outlook, and didnāt want one. At least this guy had the genius to know it was all a lie. That these things didnāt really happen and itās all false hopes that things can turn out right from bad things. Regardless, sheās going to listen. He obviously wanted to tell her for a reason, so it was only nice that she listen.}
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā...Cool story, bro. Now uhh...whaā was tha poinā oā this if iās all a lie?ā