I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
-Requests are closed!-
And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
・❥・This chapter contains spoilers for Carlo's character otherwise enjoy :)
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Time was a delicate thread, weaving its way through the fabric of existence with a fragile yet profound presence. Within the span of a year, entire worlds could rise and fall, civilizations could flourish and crumble, and lives could be forever changed by the passage of time.
In the grand tapestry of existence, even the smallest increments of time held the power to shape destinies and alter the course of history. Within a month, fortunes could be won or lost, dreams could be realized or shattered, and the ebb and flow of life's currents could carry us to unforeseen shores.
Weeks passed like fleeting shadows, slipping through our fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass. In the space of a week, moments of joy and sorrow could unfold, friendships could be forged or fractured, and the rhythms of life could dance to the beat of our own hearts.
Days dawned and faded like the changing hues of the sky, each one a blank canvas upon which we painted the stories of our lives. Within a single day, we laughed and we cried, we loved and we lost, and we navigated the winding paths of our own destinies with courage and grace.
Hours slipped away like whispers on the wind, each one a precious gift to be cherished and savored. In the span of an hour, we could find solace in the embrace of a loved one, discover the beauty of a fleeting moment, or embark on a journey of self-discovery and growth.
And within the fleeting heartbeat of a minute, worlds collided and stars were born, as the symphony of existence played out its timeless melody. In the span of a single minute, the course of history could be forever altered, as the sands of time continued to flow inexorably onward.
Seconds ticked by like the steady pulse of a heartbeat, each one a reminder of the fleeting nature of life itself. In the blink of an eye, we moved through the moments of our lives, each one a precious treasure to be cherished and embraced.
In the delicate dance of time, every passing moment held the promise of new beginnings, the potential for growth and transformation, and the beauty of the ever-unfolding tapestry of existence. And as we journeyed through the depths of time, we were reminded of the preciousness of each passing moment, and the infinite possibilities that lay within the boundless expanse of eternity.
Ah, the memories of childhood, a cherished tapestry woven with the vibrant threads of innocence and joy. Though time may have stretched its fingers across the expanse of years, in the recesses of your mind, those precious moments remain as vivid and vibrant as if they had occurred just yesterday.
As you recall the days of your youth, a nostalgic warmth washes over you, like the gentle caress of a summer breeze on a balmy afternoon. The image of your younger self, carefree and exuberant, comes into focus, your small form darting through fields of tall grass with the abandon of youth.
