everybody wants to live, some people wait to die (closed, jasper, mistified)
There was honestly just too much of this mist covered the island. It was beginning to be very silly, and he could not even look over it. It’s yet another layer of the prison they’re trapped in. Would be a lovely metaphor if he didn’t have to live through it.
There’s some noises off to the side, and he floats to the source. It’s another of those horrid reconstructions, this one set in the city. That enthusiastic and aggressive orange beast, and... another orange beast, but one who is much larger. Family, perhaps. They do have the same nose.
They’re both from the same memory, it looks like. Something brought them together in the city, and someone had to have experienced it and considered it important enough to remember. What fool would waste their time remembering such a meaningless battle?
A large, shadowy figure was observing it from afar.
Ah.













