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It’s a strange thing—dreaming about someone you’re pretty sure you don’t even know. And yet, when you do, those are the most peaceful dreams you’ve had in a long time. You don’t just dream of them once, or even twice a month—it’s every week. It’s odd, almost unsettling in its consistency, though it’s not as if the stranger is unwelcome.

I’ve never had someone like that linger in my mind before. So why now?

After all, I wouldn’t think twice if I never crossed paths with them again. But if I never see this stranger in real life, would they still keep me company in my dreams?

My best guess lies in the strange way I live—where, in order to do something, I have to attach it to someone else. Doing something just for myself is rarely motivation enough. Has that kind of thinking sunk into my subconscious, too? That even peaceful dreams require someone to be tied to them? I mean... it works. I can’t remember the last time I truly dreamed; it was always something more similar to a nightmare.

Then you showed up.

And hey—if you’re there, picking dandelions with me and talking about artistic views on life, I don’t mind. Not at all.

Still, I do feel a bit apologetic towards that stranger in real life.

I never meant for you to be the one comforting me in my sleep.

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Sigh....

I miss Jestro's dad-

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WHY DID I ONLY FIND THIS NOW???! ITS BEAUTIFUL

Woe, Claystro be upon ye

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I think it’s pretty funny—one last joke from the universe—that we ended up here, at the end of all things. You and me: a part of this vicious cycle and now it's up to us to break it. No surprise. I don’t think Merlok or Monstrox ever could’ve.

This realm is tearing itself apart, and my ears are ringing. I can barely even make out your form. All I catch is the whisper of your voice.

Most of what I feel is acceptance—toward my fate. The certainty that this is, without question, the last sunrise I’ll ever see. At least the skies are clear.

But another part of me is angry, incredibly so. Angry that you’re still standing beside me when you shouldn't have to be. You don't deserve to have everything taken away from you. You shouldn't need to sacrifice yourself when you've already given this world more than it deserves...

And even now, when we can’t feel the ground beneath our feet, when the castles I grew to hate collapse and crumble—you still help.

Comforting me, in your own peril. Terrified, voice trembling, still trying to make me laugh with some dumb story about tripping over library books back in the academy. As if that could distract me from the truth: if we don’t throw our lives away for this realm, there won’t be a realm left.

I’m not the one with tears in my eyes, Clay.

And then, slowly, alongside the anger and the acceptance, something worse begins to settle in: regret.

Not for what I did to the kingdom, but for all the times I didn‘t comfort you like you‘ve comforted me. And...for how much I tried to make it seem like our friendship was a simple and meaningless thing. As if you aren't my one and only attachment to this realm. That it was anything less than everything.

The cycle started spinning all over again the moment I tried to convince myself I didn’t need you by my side.

To the people of this realm, and all the faces I couldn’t bring myself to care about—this was always going to be my fault. Maybe it really is.

Clay...

I don’t want to reminisce. I want to see you—as you are now. At the end of life. And still, impossibly, vibrant.

Just look at you. The sun itself favors you.

I know my soul won’t rest. Nothing can change that. But this time, I want to do something that isn’t just for me.

I want you to know how much I care.

I need you to look at me—and see me as I am now: mistakes, tainted hands and all.

Let me be the one to comfort you this time.

I care about you, Clay. More than I’ve ever said.

And I’m glad you're the last thing I get to experience. That’s my greatest comfort.

IT'S THAT DAMN BOOK AGAIN

(also songs I listened to while drawing and writing this)

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LITHUANIA AND LATVIA LETS GOOOOOOO IM SO PROUD OF YOU

Finland I love you as well

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN AUSTRALIA DIDN'T PASS????!

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WHERE IS THE HETAVISION HYPE??? GET TO IT PEOPLE

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Take a shot each time there's an outfit change mid-performance

I'd be needing an ambulance

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