dear lord,
please, please stop this madness. stop the cruelty and malice towards the undeserving. do not let the False One hurt the poor young one, the soon-to-be wed Morningstar, @janeway-lover. if it is as I’ve feared, the False One is playing Their tricks again. their red text puts a feeling of fear deep in my core, and while I know I cannot stop them, I beg of You, who art both kind and loving, spare the young Morningstar. let her live happy and joyous, safe to a reasonable extent with her newly wed and her many swords. let her only perils be the curiosity of her siblings and the scalding hot of fresh baked goods.
please, Lord, keep this young one safe.
o False One, @the--real--god, leave this young one be. she has done nothing. choose older, more worn playthings, turn me to atoms if your incomprehensible mind wishes it to be, but please, do not hurt her. she has eons ahead of her. leave her be, I beg thee.
You really attempt to make a mockery of ne, don't you?













