it was too much to hope for.
he's... already gone.
I was only asleep a few hours but in that time he faded, and true to it's name the disease began at his paws and withered them to nothing but black dust and bones and there was still a body left to bury but there's won't be, only a hole, a hole in the earth where a creature once was
and nothing else is left of him, but a small memory of half a night.
half a night
half a sorrow for all that is left
half a night.
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Alone In The Dark
Short StoryPost-post-apocolypse Lots of imagery Super chill vibes She's kinda lost touch with the world... not really caring anymore, y'know? Minecraft is a world about... forgetting. It's about sitting quietly and contemplating, soft music and lost memori...
