by strangeyarn.vrgl
An individual realm among many. One amongst an uncountable. Like a lone bubble within a stripe of seafoam upon the waves breaking ashore. Churning in the aether. Devouring the primal od of creation. You are very much alive. I watch you with expectant eyes. I am certain that the story of your people will fascinate. Not just me, but surely them. Hearken. I will be the one to speak your fairy tale. As I have with many. A page within this boundless library I inhabit. A thread within the grand tapestry I bear witness. And so, flourish— Se’vum.
