Washed along shore, you wander aimlessly through the sand, passing by trees..strange..almost otherworldly trees no different from any normal palm yet bearing impossible fruits. You look onwards after hours of walking to find the wreckage of what looks to be an old commercial plane. Newspapers scatter around…New York, dated 1978. Not a single body to be found. Peering through the cockpit you see a jammed door, rusted away and kept at bay by eroded twigs. A single snap reveals one.. a skeleton, dressed in a tattered suit, scraps of paper scrawled with words…English words.[/i]
…..I’m scared….I’m really scared. Things…are breaking apart. I thought everyone was okay…we had everything.. we HAVE…everything.. but we don’t have eachother…I don’t think any of us ever did. I’m amazed..but horrified all the same…people can be given literally everything they would ever want or need…but can’t bear to see someone else have it too. No one can just “live” anymore…it’s not about enough..it’s not about survival…it’s accumulation…greed for greed’s sake. I just wanted a home…a fresh start…I never wanted to be a leader…I just had a uniform…everyone sees me as a threat now….I haven’t slept soundly in days…every morning I’m terrified I’ll wake up to a knife in my throat. I’m safe here…I’m safe…until tomorrow….maybe…maybe people will listen to reason…go back to how things were…
Another paper
…I wanted to leave this behind…in case things didn’t go well…..I’m…probably the first person on this island to ever starve to death….kinda funny…if..anyone..Wilder…Mason…Van…Kiki…..any of you natives…I know you’re lonely…but please…if anyone ever comes to this island…make them leave.. send them away…you don’t deserve any of this…some people.. they just…can’t be happy… even if you give them the world there’s still this..ugly feeling in them that ruins everything…we become what we behold…and you all had to watch good people turn into monsters…..whatever’s going on outside….I hope they make things work…
As the notes were cast aside you turn to see something.. in shock and subconscious horror…for what was there made not a single sound.
Art by Thoughtographic on Twitter
            …..I’m scared….I’m really scared. Things…are breaking apart. I thought everyone was okay…we had everything.. we HAVE…everything.. but we don’t have eachother…I don’t think any of us ever did. I’m amazed..but horrified all the same…people can be given literally everything they would ever want or need…but can’t bear to see someone else have it too. No one can just “live” anymore…it’s not about enough..it’s not about survival…it’s accumulation…greed for greed’s sake. I just wanted a home…a fresh start…I never wanted to be a leader…I just had a uniform…everyone sees me as a threat now….I haven’t slept soundly in days…every morning I’m terrified I’ll wake up to a knife in my throat. I’m safe here…I’m safe…until tomorrow….maybe…maybe people will listen to reason…go back to how things were…
Another paper
…I wanted to leave this behind…in case things didn’t go well…..I’m…probably the first person on this island to ever starve to death….kinda funny…if..anyone..Wilder…Mason…Van…Kiki…..any of you natives…I know you’re lonely…but please…if anyone ever comes to this island…make them leave.. send them away…you don’t deserve any of this…some people.. they just…can’t be happy… even if you give them the world there’s still this..ugly feeling in them that ruins everything…we become what we behold…and you all had to watch good people turn into monsters…..whatever’s going on outside….I hope they make things work…
As the notes were cast aside you turn to see something.. in shock and subconscious horror…for what was there made not a single sound.
Art by Thoughtographic on Twitter
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
                    Species Vulpine (Other)
                    Size 1444 x 2048px
                    File Size 725.7 kB
                
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