I see the vermin scurrying through the streets today, thinking their little movements actually matter. They call it a holiday; I call it another day for the wicked to think they've escaped my gaze.
To all the insects crawling in the shadows of this world: don't get too comfortable. I am watching, and my spear is always hungry for those who taint the ground I walk upon. 🔱✨
Does anyone else find it amusing how much effort they put into pretending they aren't just waiting to be skewered?