o1。
[ahh. This was probably one of the poorer versions of an afterlife she could recall at the given moment; a beaten down city, the undead wandering about around her, and of course, of fucking course, the sun, beating down over her head, threatening to burn her alive if she even so much as moved into it. what a joke. Joke, joke, joke, joke, pathetic trash—
and here she’d been hoping the end would really be the end for her. No afterlife. No nothing. hadn’t she lived long enough as it was? Century after century after century, and this was...
the white-haired girl lifted her hands, covering her eyes (eye?) with her hands as he shoulders trembled against the spot she lying at on the ground, some obscure place beneath a tree that offered ample shade. what a joke.
and all at once, laughter broke out from between her lips a high-pitched fit of giggles, maybe even the slightest bit close to deranged. It was just too funny...!
so funny and she was so sick and someone was going to pay for this.]
and here she’d been hoping the end would really be the end for her. No afterlife. No nothing. hadn’t she lived long enough as it was? Century after century after century, and this was...
the white-haired girl lifted her hands, covering her eyes (eye?) with her hands as he shoulders trembled against the spot she lying at on the ground, some obscure place beneath a tree that offered ample shade. what a joke.
and all at once, laughter broke out from between her lips a high-pitched fit of giggles, maybe even the slightest bit close to deranged. It was just too funny...!
so funny and she was so sick and someone was going to pay for this.]