Originally Submitted to FurAffinity.net on Aug 8th, 2016 11:51 PM. Before it was transferred to Inkbunny it had 16 views and 0 favorites.
When I lurked around darker worlds, I wouldn’t even use a name. There’s no point; Because of that mindset I thought I was a ghost, an anonymous figure that no senses could pierce. I would say running into things like fairy tales and speakers who believed in a dream of unpopularity was a start in how this story started.
“What about you? Did you really think that you could go stumbling in random galleries without waking up the rabbit inside… or in this case, an OWL?”
Before the stories consumed you, you would be given a chance to know full well what was going to happen. But by then, I was already a part of the thing. I was already on the wall- in their words.
I was it.
11 months ago
21 Mar 2018 02:17 CET
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