Kitty lives lower and lower, with the tall figures. In the sleepy place where hardly anything touches but a single sun. They lose their faces sometimes. We help them though. We're so destructive. We're so needlessly minimalistic and simple... they enjoy our compassion. They enjoy our ignorance.
I'm sorry if this sounds dumb but every time I read your comics I am so lost in them and fantasize about how awesome these would be as an atmospheric, psychological horror themed game with riddles in them.
Once upon a time there lived a being who could face in every single direction every moment of the day. Their name was Doc Diventia and when they spoke, their voice sounded like breaking glass. There is a boy who sits on the surface of a still lake, and tells stories to them. There is no time here. Only stories.
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