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[spiced-honeynash]

I miss you

I wasn't even yours

and you were never mine

thoughts hold me

whispers of a love

that will never exist

— A.w.S.

[spiced-honeynash]

[burning-bug]

Perhaps gasoline would go well as an ingredient in some bread? Suppose there's only one way to find out.

[burning-bug]

I am glad the thicket is filling up once more, I no longer have to be so on edge.

Gives me ample time to experiment with bread recipes as well.

[burning-bug]

*The bug studies the void remnant left in the jar. The void periodically pounced towards it, but is then forced backwards by the runes. It has been doing exactly this for days.*

So it's not a threat while contained, good. How long has it been exactly?

Doesn't matter, I've neglected my duties for longer than I should've. Hopefully the apprenticechild has been doing well at the job.

[burning-bug]

*A faint hum comes from the burning bug's dwelling*

[burning-bug]

Father seems to be recruiting more members, of more varied sorts as well. It'll be interesting to see a full thicket again.

[burning-bug]

Today is a joyous day

Father has returned

I can feel my limbs completely

hooray