I've noticed... whenever I'm gone for a good while: all of the threads just... die.
They don't live to be nearly as long... there are fewer threads, and it just feels like the place is disinterested. Then I enter the battlegrounds, and I observe my friend withering away under the weight of the melancholy... and I heal them.
I'm here to heal the world.
They don't live to be nearly as long... there are fewer threads, and it just feels like the place is disinterested. Then I enter the battlegrounds, and I observe my friend withering away under the weight of the melancholy... and I heal them.
I'm here to heal the world.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day