though out generations, children get told of the story of the day they will be trialed. It is a great day, as day to look forward to. a privilege to have. If they pass these trials? a place much like heaven for their enjoyment. forever. and ever. but what happens, when the eye, the sole of their world, is down and corrupted.

There's wishbones, covers,and numbers from heaven. Shapes in the stars to invent our connection. As much as I act like I want to forget it, I still wish for you at 11:11 My pin: (it basically has the same things as on here tho, but if you ever wanted to talk just send over a text)