>>5839984you didn't had to step on top of something to reach it this time.
what these vibrant specs mean to you is vague. tiptoeing around limbo. not a single one minding about the end. while smaller beings like you can't help but always do.
if urge to run from death stemmed from the unique value in us yet to be freed, why would it cower inside weak vessels to begin with?
the stars organize into formation asking you to "come home". but which one of you is such a place? you ask.
they answer. "we're merely here to lead the lost. many have leaned onto us, and we allow you to do the same."
you now hold some sort of compass made of flimsy silver wires that's almost too light to keep it on your palms.
it's pointing behind of you as of now.
