#mosshipping

i may not know my flowers...

She taught me.

She taught me from a young age.

Under her wing, we were educated in the way of the ship.

"The perverts and the fujoshi will try to sway you," she told us.

"Do not give them credence."

From her, we learned the importance of love.

Even if love must be forced onto those who do not believe.

She died alone.

She left no will, but I knew what had to be done.

Those who had chosen her had chosen me.

And those who would substitute hate for love will hear my words.

Willingly or otherwise.

I place you in a hole in the ground. At regular intervals, I shout "Mossshipping" at you.