Aug 6, 2025
For everyone:
I offer blankets and a shoulder to lean on
And pizza bread! I just made some, there's enough for all if wanted.
-Matt :)
The fire flickered. Someone shared food, and the world softened — just a little. Sitting apart, watching, not speaking — and still being part of it.
Frisk didn’t know if it was kindness, nostalgia, or hunger that made her chest ache. But the bread was warm. The night was kind. And someone remembered how to care.
Human food. Human silence. Human softness. And for a moment… she almost remembered what it felt like to be whole.
