Anon12/01/25, 01:06No.107205636
In the deserted shoebox, gloom and desperation seep into every corner, blending with the stench of stale piss. Is that a big grem eating another grem? It does not matter. The incoherent wailing of grems, squirming like a fish in its final moments before accepting its fate, pounds in my ears like the sad symphony of a lonely musician. What is left here? Who are you? Who am I? All that is certain is that, sooner or later, I will lie down and stare up at the walls of this shoebox, listening to the chorus of sorrow as I gently close my eyes and wait for the day they have a reason to open again.