Awakening in a beautiful field, you find yourself far away from all you’ve ever known, falling further and further and yet you haven’t moved an inch. The wind is picking up and the clouds thicken. You feel yourself fading. Fading from the face of the earth, crumbling to nothing more than dirt. The wind finally blows you away, your final moments being above the world you used to be apart of. The rain comes and tears you to nothing. You are the soil, the dirt, the one thing keeping you connected to the world has consumed you. Time moves on without you, until- Transformation complete. You are now, as you once were, beautiful. You are, ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐. ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐.̷̣̀ ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐.̷̣̀ ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐.̷̣̀ ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐.̷̣̀ ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐.̷̣̀ ṣ̷͔ͬ͘ọ̷̷̗ṃ̷̛̲̀ệ̷̢͍͟ṭ̷̨̖̉͟ḥ̷̡ͫ͜ị̷̸̇ṇ̷̨̦g̷̷̣̍͏͉ ẉ̷̸̱͟ị̷̫͢͡c̷̣ͨ͜ḳ̷̵͈ͬẹ̷ͪ͢ḑ̷̣̩͐.̷̣̀ s̱͍̜̦̼̜̍̍̐̃ͪ̈́͘͢͢͡͞o̷̸̖̝̼͎͕̥͗̿ͬͥͨ̾͢͟͜͡m̨̛͒̎ͯͨ͗́͏̕͡҉̻̻̫͖̳̖e̽͐͐ͩ̅̒͢͝͞͝͏̨̲̪͔͈̹̱tͤͪ̌̂̋ͫ̕͜͏͞͏̙̹̫͎͕͈̕h̵̡͑̔̈̋ͯ͂́͞͝͏̹̺̭͓̜̥į̴̴̬̰̝̜̠͖ͫ̍ͫ͛ͤ̚͟͠͝n͑ͨ̇ͤ̾͗͘҉̢̕͜҉̙̪̺̳̩̣g̵̴̡̛̤̙̟̬̫̫̅͗͊ͤͧ̔͘͡ w̴͚̼̼̬͕̱ͮ̓ͦ̓̑̃̀̕͟͠͠i̶̸̡̧͔͚͔̣̟̥͊̾̑ͩ̀̊̕͝c̵̢̈́̊ͭͤͩ̌͏̧̨̫̫͈̬̺̜͞ķͪ̽̎̏̄̔̕͜͟͏̳̤͙͕̗̝͘ȩ͎̻̘̜̠̗̇ͫ̓ͦ̚̚̕͢͟͢͝d͑ͪ͋̓ͥ͛҉́͝҉̶҉͉̙͙̰̪̟.̢ͩͧ͊̿ͩ͋͜͜͠͞͏͖̮̫̘̯̘
look it’s my oc cherry wow she’s like a messed up flower thing ros saw the rough draft of this lol
