“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni “Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
My stone has been cast centuries ago and when it sang the Earth trembled and when it was angered end times came. Does such a power compare to a tune no louder than a lullaby?
Do not compare tunes to lullabies, for it is music that birthed the universe as you know it. The stars played their instruments, and worlds zapped into place like a rising crescendo. Your simple Earth was just another trumpet, or perhaps a drum, in a 28 parsecs universe.
You can mock a simple tune, but it is not wise to besmirch that allowed you to exist.
They/he
“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni “Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
Besmirch that allowed me to exist. How laughable. Your big is just a spot on my forehead. I myself have not ventured to all of my many domains, though all have suffered my reign. You compare your tune to the music of the stars when really the stars only roar and scream as they agonize from their self-inherited pain, a foreshadow of a close past much older than you yourself. You who believes to be born by stars is not much more than a blackened, rotting figure who sits upon a throne of thorns as poisonous as his own words.
I love watching beings like you cry and moan when I spit upon their pedestals. You tell me being is rotting, that my throne is poison thorns. However, you fail to realize that a throne serves no purpose for a deity like myself. A throne is simply an adorned chair, which mortals claim to stroke their egos and fuel their self-importance. Shallow beings like you believe that for something to be grand, it must be suffering. That the stars must be in pain because they are bigger than you. But fire only harms the flammable, and light only blinds those who only see with their eyes. It is clear you have narrowed your versions, clouded your own sight, and attempted to grasp a title beyond your understanding.
They/he
“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni “Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni “Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
*gasp* That was wholesome. You're wholesome, sometimes.
They/he
“the wist i knew would never allow a straight boy in their stories” ~Omni “Hi Omni can I request wist get the role mom friend :]" ~winter “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :) <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
