As if she needed any reminder of the strife and pain, a mocking. Wrapped in the blood of her own kind, a signal that there is no more hope. Boredom and apathy has overtaken these once benevolent people, And her worries of the world have gone unnoticed and dimmed to a speckle.
Go on and strip me of my bark, entangle me in despair, I will not die for you.
...
And a single drop of sap seeps out from the crease in her breast.
We spend our lives allowing ourselves to be enslaved by jobs and allowing the enslavement of others in a glorious display. It's a real fucking party, Jakmelshen.
The day finally came... and the sunshine filled the moist hours of my anticipation, breaking through the years of rest. How did this ever happen? I'm so... happy.
I built you up from the streets with my own hands and twine, and still no one knows who you are. We've spent these past months together and still, I know we could never float on water.