there is rare beauty found in laced words; traced with the idea of our humanity intercoiled in the webbing of our fingers. They told me that there are points here that are connected to my organs. I wish my organs to hold yours. For intestines to splay and for our realities to shudder with being held so viscerally. I am thankful from heaven to back from incise to bone that you are so honest and verbose in your experience. I am honored to have you here. Your family, bone and tree is happy to have you. Welcome. Welcome home(s)
play this game again. I choose the good side. i continue to gather little sounds, tiny wiggles. i continue to engage them. Though I am less than quiet. This fly-down, my wings open. This game is still solid. I look to make my playthoughs more often than once every quantanum. To steady our life together.
Playthrough 2:
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be bones to homes for light 🌾✨🕸️