abracadaniels you back to your normal self. It was nice meeting you MinAitar.
Somewhere far away, on a beach with golden sand, a phone disappears from a bag. A couple of hours of play later, and a minotaur with the face of a man will dig through the bag he and his date brought to the beach and frown. He will ask an angel to look again for him, for surely he's doing it wrong, and she will offer a found phone different from the one he was looking for, but his all the same.
The multiverse has been linked. In this moment, though, his connection to this blog has been severed, and another restored.











