#lovesongdiary

While many joke that he's a man in a suit, it seems clear that more is going on. The powers exhibited over the durration of "Bunny Day" festivities are absolutely eldrich in nature, breaking down reality for the sake of this bizarre egg-based festivity. Eggs are emerging from the rivers, swimming with life, and biting like a living, moving thing. Eggs are emerging from the bark of trees that have grown untouched for years, without any hint of a mark to suggest tools were used to insert the colorful objects. They grow within, like tumors, eating at the life around them to sustain, and propogate their own existence.

And Zipper. Ever suffering. Ever forced forward by some unseen hand. It isn't a suit. Not anymore, at least, though he likely wishes it was. He carries this plague, clearly unwilling, forced to remain at least in appearance in spirit even when encountered "off-duty". His God is strict, and clearly looking to maintain an image, to maintain a veneer of cheer, of joy, of something decidedly less insidious than the rotten core bellow.

For what purpose? It isn't clear. But one thing is.

Come visit the quiet island town of Love Song. With autumnal streets and a plethora of natural beauty there's plenty to explore! Just don't wander too far. This paradise holds dark secrets. 🖤

So I was fishing with the Colorful Rod and-