
CultMother
-she would randomly appear, rising out of the random pool of water somewhere at some place in the world- We...have much in common. -recedes back into pool of water, having nothing else to say-

CultMother
Night. The thing that brought me here may have been a curious afterthought, or a daring escape; but one of the many things that may have brought me here is that one inescapable feeling... What happens if you drink pop, and then eat menthos? I've found the answer to life, and the answer to even death in my own ways... But that question will always evade me...
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