Author's note: are you proud of me, jam?
I opened my eyes to see that I'm still free falling, but there was nothing around me. The constant feeling of going to hit the ground.
But there was nothing.
What really brought me to here? I'm falling, in an abyss, and nothing makes sense why.
Who was that person again? Maū? Yea, that's him. He said the truth is going to spill out. What does he mean by that? What truth? Is it me? Am I the truth? What did I do wrong?
Oh right.
I am a bitch aren't I?
I'm sorry Amber. I really did mess up. I should've listened, why am I so full of myself? This is terrifying. If I didn't come to the party, this wouldn't have happened. I should've stayed home. God, why do I keep whining about why I could've done?!? It happened and it's my fault. I just want to go home...
I see a light or two pass by my line of view.
It isn't white, it fact it's an arrangement of colors that makes it feel like I'm traveling space.
All sorts of blues, purples and pinks.
But it burns.
I turn to face where I'm falling; it gets brighter and brighter.
It isn't home.
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The Evermore Forest
FantasyI wanted to redo Mystic Forest because it was a shit show and had no story. But I got my shit together, I'm more motivated than ever, and I'm gonna make it somewhat better? This is still just gonna be a shitty layout for a comic lololol.
