Noctisardor Bypass john 13:20

andras was pleased. it had been many, many years since he had performed a baptism, all the old prayers, the anointing. he sees it in her eyes, the pleading gaze of a young girl shaking in the pew as the pastor's hand is placed upon her shoulder.
the temperature of the lukewarm water slowly begins to raise, all without the helpless frog's awareness.
wherever you choose, he hums. think on it for a little while. my hope is that it will bring you peace.
he turns away, now, shifting toward the denmouth. i will leave you to rest. i'm sure you're tired, but, ah-- thank you for talking with me. it's... made me feel a lot less alone. i hope it has done the same for you.