neocities is such a strange place.it feels so dead yet so alive I always wonder how many people actually consciously read my comics and see my art and just never comment or follow .. I love you all regardless ♫
fall comes around and i am once again brought back to my true whimsical self. but at what cost . its like a butterfly coming from its cocoon except my cocoon is my metaphorical being and i must rip through it to be the real me. which is a paradox in itself.. destroy self to be self!? who cares because that means more art will be uploaded soon ♫
chapter four is here!