@cmoroneybooks Its skin was smooth, with no breaks in the surface. Warm, but not red hot. Neither dry, flaky nor moist and wrinkled. The Face looked alive, as it would open its eyes at any moment.
@cmoroneybooks The Face of Fexx sat at an impossible angle and its weird, fleshy straps hung off its sides and back, like the flabby tentacles of ocean monsters. Its eyelids were closed and its mouth fixed in a contorted smile.
@KrisNarrates Everyone is different. If all sessions feel like chores, maybe reconsider your writing purpose? I write for myself and the escapism it provides
He has... a voice whispered in Grry-yllic's mind. ...added...
Grry-yllic paused, the Face sat dormant, still in its three thousand year old slumber.
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