-_St-rDust_- #160603

Drifting between the echoes of dusk and the whispers of forgotten stars, I walk the space where time is neither past nor present—only fleeting moments suspended in quiet uncertainty.
This world is chaos. Fire, destruction, hate—they seep into the cracks of existence, twisting, consuming. Yet here, in the quiet wilderness of Wolvden, I carve a refuge. A space untouched by the noise, where the whispers of the forest drown out the screams of reality.
The Duskrise Pack stands beside me, their paws pressed into the earth, their eyes fixed on the horizon. They do not resist the inevitable. They do not fear the silence. They endure, they rise, and they remind me that even in the darkest moments, there is still something to hold onto.
I play this game not just for entertainment, but because within it, I find something deeper. A release. A way to silence the voices that remind me of what has been lost. Here, I control the story. Here, I decide what thrives. And here, for just a moment, the weight of the world is lighter.
For in the end, we are but dust beneath the fading light—carried onward, immortal in the wake of twilight's embrace.


‎‎‧₊˚✧𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓮✧˚₊‧
‎✧𝓢𝓱𝓮/𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂/𝓘𝓽✧


‎✧ 𝒪𝓌𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓊𝓈𝓀𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝒸𝓀✧
‎✧ 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃✧

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Ah yes, here I am. Suspended in the limitless abyss of time and space, floating through the eternal nothingness like some sort of cosmic housecat who accidentally phased out of reality mid-nap. The stars flicker, the galaxies hum, and somewhere out there, black holes are probably side-eyeing me for ruining their aesthetic.
But do I concern myself with the grand mysteries of existence? Do I ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?
No. I play Wolvden instead.
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I sit, adrift in the void, monitoring canines like some overzealous interdimensional wildlife researcher, taking notes on their hunting techniques and questionable life decisions. Oh? Another failed chase? Tough break, Sap. Maybe next time. I watch the Duskrise Pack weave their way through moonlit forests, their paws kicking up ancient dust—dust that, coincidentally, shares a name with me. I ignore the ominous implications.
The universe expands around me. Time bends, reality warps, and yet here I am. Micromanaging wolves. Collecting herbs. Gambling for rare finds in a browser game instead of confronting my own mortality.
Maybe one day, I'll truly understand the cosmos.
Maybe one day, I'll unravel the secrets of existence.
But not today.
Today, I'm making sure my hunters don't starve and my pups don't perish.
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