rest your fox in your chest and take a nap
[id: art of occtis tachonis. he lies on his back on the ground, tinted dark green as if he is on grass or in a field. he is completely covered in blood, which stains his torso and face and spreads across the grass around him. a tear runs from his visible eye down his cheek; his eyes are closed as if he is sleeping. pin, his fox, lies on his chest, staring at occtis's face. he is wrapped up in occtis's intestines, which spill out of his chest wound. occtis's arms are wrapped around him for comfort. end id.]

















