I've been rowing an endless lake.
Decomposing seafoam permeated the shore.
Wherever dock I moar up, the inhabitants speak a different language and wear regional clothing.
Yet they each have the same empty face, smoothed by the lake's caresses.
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Bug's famine (Mature)
Since hatching, Nev's body has existed to destroy and consume flesh; such is the life of a corpse bug. A bug...
