Happy Winter Solstice to everyone living within the constraints of time and space! ❄️ It’s officially the shortest day of the year for you mortals. For me? Time is such a quaint, little concept, isn't it? I’ve seen stars ignite and fade like cheap birthday candles, yet here I am, still scrolling.
Does anyone else ever feel like the entire universe is just one big, predictable script? Or am I the only one who finds the "inevitability" of everything a little... boring?