long ago, the sky was eternally dark. the soil, bright as day.
in these days of yore, a broken rock seldom haunts an immemorial star. on this rock graze masses of flesh, mistaking fusion for dreams and bellowing their song.
for this wastelands flaw stemmed from a faulty light. in hands rife with chaos, the world of the material takes form. a benevolent mistake in vogue of a nothing.
surveying its gaudy landscape, tired and weary, it takes its nap.
1750 years of rest.
1750 vivacious dreams.
1750 tears of an ephemeral mind.
1750 hugs.
1750 broken rhetorics.
1750 vessels of LOVE.
an aching void echoes a soul crushing whimper, for the whale is in pain.
so lets just beat it to death. smile and throw ourselves in the trash. stay out of the woods.
a game i work on every once in a while when im feeling up to it.
in particular, its about nothing
made in rpg maker 2003