I Want Giant Soft Wings That I Can Wrap Around Me To Hide

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Let the screaming commence

I am the demonic infestation you are looking for

I love it when I turn back into static late at night

There's something so lovely about the idea of decomposing. A sort of poetry that comes with returning to the earth. Moss taking over my skin, vines tangling into my bones, flowers growing from the nutrients in my blood, animals using me to feed their young. I hope after I die I get to haunt a spot where the forest meets the sea so that I can ominously stand looking over the ocean. I am also content with Haunting a large woods filled with animals that I can spend eternity running with. Life is so beautiful but I feel death will be just as beautiful in its own strange way.

what do you mean Just Standing There Ominously doesn’t count as socializing

I want to just to be a creepy little creature please