making friends is so much harder than i thought it would be
i’m still working on getting a left arm for my 2nd one

He begged “no more” but the holy hand ignored his plea. The pain was excruciating, unbearable but it was not enough to fall over the edge of death. It was quite the opposite really. Red eyes, puffy from crying and throat sore, dead and dry from screaming. If only there was another in this dark, lonely, grey Plane of Pre-Existence. But the hand continued to build and build and build until… he had become.

And out into the big World did he come in order to realise himself. To find life and to find greatness. But just as the Plane of Pre- Existence is lonely and unknown, so is the World. But it is not dull or predictable. It can be sweet or it can be cruel, gracious or vindictive. It can be almost anything you wanted it to. In ways, it is worse than the Plane of Pre-Existence. You have decision. Permission to choose the wrong path. And there is no guarantee that it will turn out all well.

And there he is. The light is blinding, and the noise is deafening. And slowly, he had knew nothing. Nothing was known to him, not a single thought or memory. He’d forgotten about his tumultuous time in the Plane of Pre-Existence. Or rather, it no longer existed in his memory. As everything around him settled, his eyes landed on those who brought him into the World. And he wept. And his World knew peace.

hm

hey guys! official hiatus announcment! havent been posting much and dont think i will for a while, but ill be back (hopefully) !

grah