How does a friendship die?
Does it wilt like a flower with no water?
Will it litter a field with dead bodies from a slaughter?
Does it stain a land in red?
or feast like a maggot in the dead?
Maybe it ignites a change in the way we see?
Or is it the way it's supposed to be?
*This will be a primarily be a slice of life historical story.
SUPER PRESTIGIOUS MEGA CLUB I AM APART OF!
The Order of Phantasmal Architects
