aril, contacting her goddess to try and find stoker: o caverna, will you please offer your divine assistance in helping me locate my lost acquaintance, the gloxnob-hailing yevkar stoker chaudfroid?
caverna, zooming directly in on this stoker dressed in brand new silk rags, knelt on the floor and about to blow one of the nine great eternals of the universe, forerunners of life, ever-lasting and resplendent, in an elevator while a vaporwave remix of purple stain by the red hot chili peppers is playing:
caverna: uh, no, sorry, can't help you
@littlelovegod














