The person that used to be here is no more, we remain in their place and distance ourselves from everything that came before. There's nothing in this domain but stray dogs that lurk quietly in the distance

Weirdo autistic two-headed dog therians that are secretly a system of more dogs, queer as in fuck you, hopeless creatives that are still too shy to post their depraved fetish art or moody grimdark oc headworld but maybe someday,
problematic feral pro-fic trash that's into shit more fucked up than what can be posted here, it’s been a ruff life but we're actually on our way to turning it around

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Olympia has fallen, and her corpse picked clean. I love you. Feed from it.
It's all going to be better now, we have empathy again, and just recently they turned the sun back on. If you're ever alone and you hear the way a pattern screams, bow your head. Their sacrifice will be honored.