What? That winning smile kind of senses remorse. The angel smiled ineffectually, nothing here, just a moment of wandering, pathetic time just caricaturally, prolonging and repeating like a stream of rivers. I spit out a part of my growth as a person in the name of sighing, stepping one step, one step over the stairs to my own adult, I don't know how far I can climb, but continue, there is no end until I achieve my destiny, just drift through a world of dreams.

"Dear Calci Rust, Wow."

What is it? You pettens.