IN THE FOREST OF THE LOST

[beathollow]

it's all too perfect.

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[beathollow]

There's a loud crash and clang as chairs and clocks and tables and vases all collapse, falling into each other- and then the strain of something creaking, as the fallen furniture rests upon the things that haven't been cut back yet.





The heavy feeling of thousands of eyes upon his back weigh heavily on him. How filthy.

[goei]

Yeah, yeah, stare all ya want, it ain't nothing I haven't felt before, ya creepy palace.

[YOU CAN'T HURT ME I ALREADY LIVE WITH THAT. He's just making his way towards where everyone else is headed.]