I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
"How can any sane person love the frigid, messy white powder? Its so cold! You have to wear a trillion layers of clothing to keep some semblance of warmth so you wont die of hyperthermia. Its Gods way of punishing us mortals by taking the innocent symbolism of winter and turning it into a deathtrap." "Im grateful in having my friends in my life, even though I am now quietly planning out their deaths in ways where it would be noiseless and painful."
"How can any sane person love the frigid, messy white powder? Its so cold! You have to wear a trillion layers of clothing to keep some semblance of warmth so you wont die of hyperthermia. Its Gods way of punishing us mortals by taking the innocent symbolism of winter and turning it into a deathtrap." "Im grateful in having my friends in my life, even though I am now quietly planning out their deaths in ways where it would be noiseless and painful."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."