Thread:BlackDragonKid/@comment-26863232-20180607210200/@comment-26863232-20180608022756

I stopped my flight, and stared.

Perhaps it's a trap, and it's waiting for me to come close.

Nevertheless, I hover, waiting for more.

"Hello?  Sir Beast, do you do fare well?"

(I-I.....

I don't think that's possible....

I don't have that many fingers....

Or brain cells....

After building my piano and recovering my body, I attempted to play it.

The world could not take the sheer amount of Lavenderness and God himself had to blow up me, my newly rebuilt piano, and this piece of music from hell.)