TIMOTHY ➥ 003 | daydreamcast 002 11AM

[bridalgownwings]

Hands pull at thin strings that are close to translucent amongst a setting lacking light. In knots tied around the ends of fingertips, the strings become taught as they are pulled upward and toyed with idly. Lips part amongst a smile and even though they do not move to speak,

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action.

[faultlesscon]

[HEY Alex decided to get to the biodome for some fresh air and possibly to escape sleep so he's just walking around, pacing the grass and well? He's not that aware after escaping sleep for the fifth day.]

Ah-! [Don't mind if he trips over your abdomen, Timothy. Face down, he pushes himself up on his palms and looks over his shoulder.] ... What the hell?

action.

[faultlesscon]

[That falter says otherwise but he won't say anything.]

Life imitates art in that sense, but there was no proof that my hand was in it from the beginning.