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The darkened sky was a frightening sight. Crimson light swept across every other hue in the Norlandic city. A sure sign of disaster to come. Inés took haste in boarding up every window and door in her house to ensure her home would not be corrupted by that horrid red moon. She was fortunate that her home was essentially a greenhouse, with a wide variety of plants that produced enough food to keep her alive. But there was only so much the dryad could do to replace the energy that she had otherwise gotten from the sun. Her fingers grew knots, her skin wrinkled, her back hunched over. This body was going to die, like it had twice before. This time, however, the process was much faster. Her body almost looked like it was in the starting stages of decomposition, visibly aging at an alarming rate. Her sight went first, leaving her in total darkness. At first, it was mostly an annoyance. She had gone through this before, so she knew well it was never easy. Her clay creations helped her get around, keeping the house in order now that she was no longer able to herself. Inés was doing fairly good, all things considered. Then her mind started to fail her. It began with small things, like forgetting a word or sudden mood swings. Her condition rapidly deteriorated after that, plunging her into a deep well of paranoia and despair. She had no contact with the outside world, no way of knowing that the crimson night was no more. Inés was terrified of what she might find if she ventured out. The woman spent her days praying, pleading for the great spirits to have mercy. To save her from this nightmare. Every night she waited for a response, for any possible sign that her cries had an audience with the gods. She begged again, and again, and again until her voice was added to the growing list of things she had lost.

the day more emote colors get added is the day i can die happy. it would be really cool if emote colors were saved to each persona slot, but idk if that's possible or not.

my youtube music wrapped (you do not get to see my top artist cause it's EMBARASSING)

MC Name: Anakaona RP Name: Eva ID: 78330

Ingrid Eiriksson did not shed a single tear. The letter was left untouched for several weeks after it was received. It hurt. It really hurt. The ruric didn't even remember the last time she talked to her uncle. She had isolated herself from the world after losing her other half, her dear sister. Wasn't that enough? Now someone else had left her. Adalsteinn's message to her was covered in dust by the time she finally found the courage to read it. She blamed him at first, but the blame eventually fell on herself, as it did with everything else. She must have done something to deserve this. It just wouldn't make sense otherwise. Ingrid had doomed herself by pushing everyone away, with no intention of asking for help. She couldn't bear the thought of burdening anyone else with her pain. No matter what, she would deal with this alone. In that deep, dark hole she found herself in, there was no telling if she would be able to resurface, or if she would end up sinking even deeper. Lost forever.

I really like this

How do you handle being such a huge icon? It's really impressive

Anxiously awaiting the day this gets accepted

If this doesn't get accepted, I WILL cry. I love it so much. I need my little plant bird!

Fiammetta's eye widen as she reads the announcement. "Finally," she says with a chuckle, going to mark the date on her calendar.

Pepper looks down at the missive with a nod. "This is perfects," she says before rolling it up and heading off to put it up literally everywhere, glue in hand.