Luneshale Pass da vinky?

Akhtar gave a vague wave to a previous blob.


This was supposed to be our dearest god-in-flesh. Little too avant-garde? He asked in a wincing sort of tone, well aware the blob didn’t actually look like the feline. Of course, the cat themself swiped paint across the wall, undercutting his paintings.

To that, he could only laugh.

Ah, it seems she forms her own opinions! Back to Toula.

This is our story, as complete as I can tell it. I want those after us to know who we were, why we came, and where we went to next.