Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
i don’t ever wanna hear “what are your pronouns” again. THIS is gender
Fish fear me, women
fear me, and even the most devoted Christian doubts God, in his infinite grace and mercy could make a such a thing like me. Certain rules of thumb, it would seem, apply to me. For example, being without a soul I cannot feel love, and am neuter as a being.
And now, I stand before you as I walk, a shadow of myself, but not so much that you would know to have any cause to despair, but I have seen the visions of hell.
I came to you people, aching and hollow, begging for your forgiveness. You wiped blood from my feet. Remember? I told you about how I walked through glass. I told you all these things, and you forgave me. You told me be safe. And I was happy, then. I was happy that I was in your world. I never wanted to leave.