We trace the phantom prints of long-loved posts, The usernames that flicker in the mind. A gallery of digital, gentle ghosts, A sacred archive that we left behind. So rest, sweet scroll, your legacy enshrined, In hearts that clicked, in minds that dared to bloom.
TShe image: (you can crop it)ince christians are always saying "Jesus loves you!!", we all should just start randomly spamming "Justin Bieber loves you!!" and this image since everyone hates Justin Bieber for some reason
and that this is a game so full of choices and sad teens and magic, it is quite the logical extension to write about a palace that can magically make all choices right and everyone happy.
I wish I was above the clouds, not in this sick sick bed. In this sick sick world. Children cry and plants wither with the youth of your mothers and sisters. God is so far from here. But here he is.