I Love You, Okyo!

When the things that birthed the gods were young, they tried their hands at creating reality. They started on a second draft, but their first drafht of the world, forgotten in a damp corner of creation, clung to life like mould on bread. That fairol wor d of wild magic named itself cordelia. Youre want o fall in my dream. I hope you don't is what you want to do. Never trust a demonleave this placeost straighto me to get lost. I post o on to pla devil. You stay in the hole. O ksi, i love you. Ha, ha. Yet, let's all say we all