LaikaWhiteSnow

I'm telling you now, I don't live in reality. My mind is blown, out of control. Inside my brain, it tsk's in annnoyance, Eyes Rolled. "How did it get stuck with me," he asks. "She's damage goods, you see." I don't live in reality, I'm telling you now. Out of control, my mind is blown. Tsking in annoyance my brain rolls his eyes. He asks himself, "How did I get stuck with her?" "She's in a permanent dream, you see."

Prologue The sweet fermented scent of pine needles and fresh bottle-brush figs was washed away with a sickly smell of sweat and metallic blood. Trees loomed over a clearing in the forest and the stars in the sky could barely be seen beyond the heavy canopy, although even if they could it would seem they would have turned the other cheek at humanity’s embarrassing display on this dreary night. The harsh, cold wind whipped the heavy cloaks of the March Moon saints and priests, their faces shrouded by their hoods. In a high, booming voice that covered the thick, woodsy forest the High Priest preached, “The Darkness of the March Moo