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Damian: What breed of snake is that? I've never seen it before.

Danny, has ball python sized snake coiled around his hands and arm: Basilisk.

Damian: Tsk, a Basilisk is a breed of lizard, not a breed of snake.

Danny, sighing: I know. This is a mythical snake known as a Basilisk, she hatched two days ago so shes tiny, and non-lethal to humans- so long as they're relitively healthy and don't breath in her toxic breath.

Damian, barely hiding his excitement: Mythical beasts are real?

Danny, looking at him like hes stupid: Of course they are. She shouldn't be in this dimension, but some stupid magic user summoned her egg, luckily I got her before she hatched and got away. She has no predators in this dimension, so if she grew even half size it would ruin this world's ecosystem.

Damian, eyes narrowing: What will you do with her now? Cull her?

Danny: Don't be stupid, I'm taking her back to her proper dimension. I only haven't done it yet because I want to get a few feedings in her first, make sure she can hunt and that the residual magic didn't harm her.

Damian: ...may I hold her?

Danny: Sure.

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I don't post often. I live my life as peacefully and quietly as I can. And when I do post, it is mostly just reposts of tiktok videos because I am mostly a lurker on this and all other socials I have. But I am so incredibly angry and saddened. I know this post will not reach many people or anyone at all, but I just need to scream into the void and hope it will satiate the ever-growing anger, pain, sorrow, and complete and utter hopelessness I feel waking up everyday in a world that I fear has lost its mind. I wake up and wonder who it is today. Who is waking up to see their home gone. Who is waking up to a world where they are all alone because the people they love have already died. Who is waking up and finding their whole family eradicated because of air raids. Who is not waking up at all. How many lives have been lost while I shower. While I sleep. While I read and write and laugh and cry. How many times am I going to mourn people I have not met. People whose names I don't know. People whose names will be lost forever. And how can I do anything but mourn. Mourn for the mothers who have lost their babies. Mourn for the babies who have lost their parents. Mourn for the brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles and cousins who saw their loved ones die in front of them and where helpless to stop it. How can I not mourn the people who look at their TV or phone screens and see what is happening and wonder. Are they OK. Did they make it out. Are they hurt or dead hidden under the rubble they once called home. Will I ever see them again. How can I not mourn for those who have no one to mourn them. Mourn for the people who saw everyone they loved die and have mourned a thousand times. Mourn for people whose names I will never know. For people, I will never meet. Mourn for the mother who has lost her title. Mourn for the father who has failed in his duty though no fault of his own. Mourn for the grandparents who have lost everything they had and everyone they helped create and raise. Mourn for the children who no longer children. Whose bodies have remained the same, but their minds and souls have aged decades. Mourn for the children who will forever be children because their bodies have stopped growing and gone cold.

Mourn for the over 7 thousand in Ukraine

Mourn for the over 9 thousand in Palestine

Mourn for the 9 thousand in Sudan

Mourn for the over 5 MILLION killed in Congo due to ongoing on again off again civil wars over the last few decades

Mourn for the estimated eight hundred thousand to two million Uyghurs in China who have been put in camps and the untold number killed.

And these are just the atrocities I know about. Who knows how many I am unaware of. But I will mourn them all the same because any loss of innocent life is unacceptable.

So I will sit here in my quiet home on my peaceful street in my sleepy little town and sob. I will do what I can, but I am afraid that is not much. I feel as if nothing I do will ever be enough. Not for them. Not for the people crying and screaming and praying and dying.

I hope that the Gods, whichever one one you worship, forgive us as they stare down at us and watch as we kill each other in the name of money and power and greed. Some of us hiding behind their names.