𝖬𝖺𝖾𝗏𝖾. 🔞

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ⠀˚ ༉‧ 𝐘͟𝖮𝖴'𝖱𝖤 ⠀⠀ 𝐀͟𝖫𝖫 ⠀⠀ 𝐌͟𝐈͟𝐍͟𝐄͟.⠀﹆ ᅠᅠᅠ╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾╾ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

Christmas? I am unfamiliar.

… That similarity we may share. But nothing are we alike, boy. You are fragile — too fleshy, born to be molded and broken. I am, rather, what you strive to become.

Well, aren't you a jumpy one.

Mmmmm. Hello.

Sleep… Eternally.

Once more I return to hope to cause problems and leave disappointed that no such thing was possible.

… You look as if you've never seen a woman's body before.

[ Picks up a branch, snapping it in half. ] So the story continues again.

And… Fin.