For some reason, poetry goes here:
All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.
My second scip, so hope you guys are still gentle.
Special thanks to Perihelion who spent many days with me discussing the concept of the asocial dimension.
Huge thanks and acknowledgements go to the following individuals for their patience and time during the review/critique process, and for being so willing to dream alongside us: DAMNCE,
Zyn,
Jacob Conwell,
RockTeethMothEyes,
man_with_a_pineapple,
Mew-ltiverse,
AlleraRey and
Inkmouth.
Thank you!
Image Sources:
- 1st: https://ccsearch.creativecommons.org/photos/59a5709b-a7a0-4b1f-b31c-0cfcbfb33edd
- 2nd: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/8b/FamilyMart_Daytime.jpg
- 3rd: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hanabusa_Inari_Jinja_(%E8%8A%B1%E6%88%BF%E7%A8%B2%E8%8D%B7%E7%A5%9E%E7%A4%BE),_re-exposed._-_4-4-5_Sotokanda,_2014-03-18_21.01.40_(by_Ryo_FUKAsawa).jpg