Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me