Remember that story? About that girl? In the red cloak. The one that was bringing the food to her grandmother. Then that thing attacked her.

You probably think it was a wolf. It wasn't. It was human and animal. It was earth and sky. It was above all. Above love. Above hate. Above facts. Above opinions.

And she wasn't in the forest. She was in a meadow. Filled with the lushest and most vibrant roses. But in a meadow you have no where to hide. And instead of getting to her dear, old, and dying grandmother, she stopped in the meadow.

And that creature came. Not a monster. A spirit. But it never lived. It longed to. And it would be a quick switch. A quick little transformation. She wouldn't even notice. But she needed to-

There! She picked a rose and there! In the basket she held the creature found pills. And one of those pills could anger a child. Make it feel remorse for each and every thing.

Children are sensitive. They'll listen because they are used to it. But they don't want to. So the child got angry when it heard a whisper.

Take the pill

Take the pill

Take

The

Pill

Idk what this is I kinda just wanted to write. (*ˊ ᗜ ˋ*)ᵗ ᑋ ᵃ ᐢ ᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ for reading🖤💙🩵🤍