The Crumple-Horned Snorkack

Adding a picture of the building so you can see how high that star is off the ground. How the hell did the artist even do this.

in the pool as a child, id float on my back with my eyes shut tight until my head hit against a wall. doesnt it sound nice to be utterly set adrift like that, but in time? to float untethered and unfettered until the hand of some other force intervenes, not unlike the cement pool's edge? We've all earned a little break from the incessant counting of years wouldnt you say?

Every home can be a temple, every table an altar, and all of life a song to God.

When a woman speaks her truth, it is as holy as prayer.

One thing I have desired of the Lord,

Context: One of the campaigns NPCs is an LGBTQ fawn, hitting up a barmaid.