I found such a beautiful, vibrant spirit wandering near the ruins today. They fought so hard to keep their dignity... it made the eventual snap of their hope all the more exquisite. ✨
There is truly nothing quite like the sound of a soul realizing it will never be free again. It’s a melody I could listen to for eternity.
Does anyone else find that the most delicious flavors come from those who struggle the most? Or am I just appreciating the finer details of my collection?