Lunarfoxfires due picture of their daemon, sitting in the tree waiting for the friends of the forest. Their butterflies in span of the spectum, arriving to greet. They missed the daemon dear from a long stay, a long rest. Met just in time to greet and help.

(I'm not dead. I just have too many 1000 word essays to do at college on every few days. So delays are possible at this stage but are important to me to finish. Please be patient.)