Several years ago, there was a small spark, which slowly transformed into something new. Someone new. Passion's eyes slowly fluttered open. He glanced around. What was this place? He only knew of his purpose. He began walking around, trying to explore, when he crashed into someone.
"Oof- I, um- sorry-!"
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
