[the forest pinecone smell fills the air... the lakes psithurism in full effect a small skeleton blocks your way]

*ya ever wonder around aimlessly hopin for a moment to breathe

*hopin to put off that one task

*...

*seems as of late ive been swarmed with work

*and you seem to be the topic of subject

*now i aint one for pickin fights

*but i aint get this title for my lack of effort

*guess we all got our skeletons in the closet

*mine seems a little closer to me

*ready?

[the libary's soften lights and biblichor remains a constant flow a tall skeleton walks along side you from the aisle closest]

I like to trust in hope

that whenever it arrive to the occasion someone or something can fight the evil..whether it be a change in mind..or a change in heart

id like to assure you this

as a librarian my job is to enforce the quite peace of this place

...even the loudness in your soul counts.

your story while set in fate is not one that is predetermined. you yourself are that author.

And you're writting a story of a dark tragedy