minterpunct minterpunct@gamemaking.social

We are only like dead walls in which an insect lives and gnaws; or like vaulted graves that, ruined, yield no echo. Oh this gloomy world, in what a shadow or deep pit of darkness doth, skittish and fearful, mankind dwell. I shall make a glass to set all the world on fire upon an instant. I cannot sleep; my pillow is filled with porcupines.

[procyon montani] 🦝 :heart_nb: [they/them]