When I was much younger and attended Sunday school they’d occasionally bring in a mascot for safety that was this big dog in like a fireman’s outfit, the suit for which was kept in a storage room. One day the older teen who usually wore it was sick and they asked me to do it, since I was about 12, and the most mature/intelligent of the group they felt to trust with the task, and at the very least, I was very good at memorizing lines short notice.
I agreed, but the issue was that I had still believed the dog-girl was real before, and assuming I’d long figured it out, they took me to the back and held her severed, hollow head up to me. I nodded, looking over the script, and said nothing as I got into the carcass of broken illusions as another piece of my childhood innocence and wonder was ripped from my unprepared arms and stepping into the room of kids I cheerfully parroted stuff about eating your vegetables.
cake suggested this/came up with doing this and for some reason i humored her i’m so sorry followers
anything may lurk in the dark, but far worse things can hide in plain sight, shining bright, that those who seek them will be blinded. you can survive the night, and in the morning, you can still see. it takes a long time of darkness before one loses their sight, but stare upon the sun for mere moments and you may never recover.
would you like to know the secrets of the light?
