
Water splashes in the distance, an invigorating distraction like pixies playing. The energy of the falls undercurrent a certain serenity- peaceful, but not silent- as the night's cool air blows across my face. I can walk for miles and never grow uncomfortable, never at a lack or wont for something, never feeling as if the planet's left me stranded. No matter where I go, it's comfortable, for the mother Mobius gave me the instincts to survive and the questioning mind to admire her beauty. No matter where I go, I'm home.
--Vast Tannon
It's like Bob Ross is posthumously steering me like a meat puppet.
--Vast Tannon
It's like Bob Ross is posthumously steering me like a meat puppet.
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