Everything stays, right where you left it.
In some corner of the Darkworld, there is a small shop that sells candles. It’s owner? A forgotten lava lamp in the Lightworld, but here, she’s a kind, yet clumsy person.
Perhaps some company could do her some good.
Written by mod Galaxy.
She/her, 22 years old.
Rules | About | Interest | Appearance
Everything stays, but it still changes.
















