And then I realized what love was, getting hit, and promising to return the extra, for me. Since fucking could metaphorically mean eating mother nature, and causing a scene.
Wandered the city, walked along roads beside small ponds and rivers. The more you observe life, the more you know how much things matter at the smallest level, that is all humans are capable of. Anything else is a gift of mother nature. Pretty festivals, people moving around in their wagons, and kids going to school, parents going to their jobs, life is very different when you're not addicted to something, we quickly resort to something that gives us dopamine hits and pleasure, but oddly the dwarven machinery in arcana was already leaps and bounds beyond what any human could do. We were doing and imagining things that may very well be moving the cosmos, without our understanding of it, but mother nature wasn't young like us, she knew what to do, and now she speaks with her own metallic circuitry.
