It doesn't talk nor blink. Its eyes are never-ending swirls that speak of nothing. No matter how long one stares they'll never see anything in Its spinning, twisting grey eyes. It follows in silence. One may wonder, just for a moment, why people seem to act as if It responds when It merely stands there as some sort of stature. One may not wonder for long. Soon they forget, and they never think of It again. Humans are simpletons with fragile minds and pathetic feelings. It cares not. Things come in Threes and It is the first. /weird update schedule IE no schedule at all/ /in the works/ /may be triggering, please read the tags/ /unedited, will be edited once finished/ /Title may be temporary, and cover is a placeholder/All Rights Reserved
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