> The Darkener's Console

Almost as soon as the thief breathes his last breath, a cloud of sinister black fog envelops him, and when the fog lifts, the carcass has disappeared.

Existential Crisis —

I’m caught between my irritation of my neighbor’s kids going outside every day to play, screaming/yelling everything for hours outside my office window… and my jealousy of them enjoying being outside so much.


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