Note: I have poor social skills sometimes so sorry if I ever seem rude, I don't mean to.

come here, to the town in the decaying desert. the sky cracks, and not-quite-snow rains from the rift. things have begun to float, drawn to the sky as the sky tumbles to earth
come, then, to this lost town. built upon the bones of a dead god. keep your head down; deities wander these dusty streets.
stay awhile. there is nowhere else to go, after all. merely this little town in the desert.

ś̶̲͖̤͂̀̓t̵͚̣̬̆́͐a̴̮͊̉y̸̠͉͐̌̾͑̚


n̶̮̫͇̙͎̥̺̬̼͇̗̏́̀̈̽̾̀̌ơ̶͖̣̩̫̙̖̟̂̒̀̏͋̊̔̚ͅ ̸̡̡̘̦̩͖͖͍̼̣͊̽̈̏͛͆̍̊̄̋͝͝h̶͙͈̥͚̲̰̦̙̺̎͋̈́̚͝a̷̢͓̯̳͉̪̼̋͌͒̑ř̴̢͕̤̻̤͚̖̬̦̀̅̌̔̚͘ͅḿ̸̩̯͈̺͖̬̻̱̀̎̄̋͘ ̸̨͔̩̪̦̱̗̻͖̱͘w̴̧̲͈͈̲̬͕̜̹̟͉͕̩͌̽͗̀̑͑̆̾̓̈́̎̕͝͠͝ͅͅį̵͖̝̉̀͊̿̈̌̉l̸̨̨̛͙̰̤̲̮̥̪̹̝͎͚̎̈́͆̄̿l̴̢̩̰̫̹̲̊́͒͆̔͌͠ ̷̝̬̹̼̲̜̥͍͈͓͍̽̋̊͜v̷̧̧̲͙͉͍̈́̌͗͌͘o̶̳̥̙̯̱̝̎m̶̨̧̡̛̤͍̹̺͔̫̘͍̮͙̯̰̎́͗̋͊́͆̐͌̑e̵̢̨̛̗̬̭̦̥̜̓̒ ̴̢̛̳͉͓̩́͌̄̄̓̈̃̎̊̚̕ͅt̷̡̞̳͋͛͊̽́̈́́͊̚̕͘͜ó̷͔̥̼̭̦̻̤ ̴̰̼̘͇̑͂͋̓͝͠ỹ̶̧̧̡̡̡̛̙͍̪̻̳̠̭̝̟̫͗́̊̀͂̇̃̍̄̇̃͝͠o̴̧̨̞̫͓̥͈̾̔̆́̑̃̈́̃͒̆͛͋̍ủ̴̢̢̱̼͙̹̯̲̞̋͂̄̃̑͂͌͌̓ͅ




always need
toxin
bee
soap
koi
butterfly