lol i tricked you i actually have no soul or interiority. my actions are merely a hollow imitation of a complete being. and you totally fell for it too
everyone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident
I was inspired to try and paint the dream monoliths.
I keep dreaming of physically impossible monolithic structures made out of a glassy stone like dull black marble or tarnished obsidian. I can always see the stars like the structures themselves are floating on the surface of a still lake that perfectly reflects the night sky. That or they're just floating in space.
"why can't they just be friends" not in the homophobic way but in the "their platonic relationship in the source material is far more dynamic and complex than the sanitized personalities they gain as a result of shipping" way
I close my eyes, hours turn into years as I sit motionless and when I finally open that I am where I have always been, in an airport borgir king