ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@fondlyRegarding The desert sands were hot, and the wind cut and weathered your shell wherever scraps of cloth couldn't cover. But you were happy. It was a taste of Freedom from Prospit you'd never truly known before, and you had companions. They hated what exile was like, felt lost at first without their roles to guide them, but over time began to enjoy the freedom that came with starting over. You often went hungry, and life was so hard and dangerous, but you were secretly overjoyed. You were glad the kingdom fell. We were both glad it fell, it was destined to anyways. πΌπππππ’ πππ
How...? Blast this damnable website.
I operate everywhere You just needed to remember.