"Does it sound like I care anymore? I'll just do whatever this prophecy is like this. Besides, it may be easier this way."

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=88865&page=51#502 Author: Lapo Time Posted: 6/2/2020 at 3:00 PM "I dunno"

"Well. I guess we're just gonna have to wander aimlessly then." I just keep walking forward until I feel tired or if I see something interesting.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=88865&page=51#505 Author: Lapo Time Posted: 6/2/2020 at 3:48 PM "Sounds... gooooooo- *Yawn*" Your soul says, falling asleep.

I quietly keep walking forward so I don't wake my soul up.

Your soul sleeptalks... Or sleepsings.
"LALALAAAAAAAA! LALALALAAAA
IIIIIII LOOOOOOOVE MYYYY PRETTTTTTTTYYY VOIIIIIIIIIIICE
IT IS SO PREEEEEEEEETTTY
I SINGGGG EVERYDAY
WHEN MY HOST LOOKS AWAYYYYY
IT IS SO LOVELY AND FUN...
... To siiiiiing

No one would understand (My desires)
They say they're bland (Oh yeah)
Why, can no one underSTAAAAAND? (Be-cause)

No one wants to know me so I run away and don't show
My true colors to anyone (Anyone)
Can't you see I'm in pain or are you too blind for even that

LALALALALAAAAA! THEY SAY I'M ANNOYING
THEY SAY I'M A FOOL
I KNOW BETTER ABOUT THAT BUT AM I...?

Really a fool? (Oh oh oh)
Really a fool? (Oh oh ohh)
Really aaaaaaa fooooooool? (Oh oh OHHHHHHHHH)

No one understands... My desires...
They say they're... bland... Oh yeah
Why, can no one... under...stand? Be...cause

No one... wants to know meeeeee
No one... wants to know meeeeee
No one... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

You guess your soul sleepsings a lot and...

"Wait, what?" I ask, now confused. "What do you mean how does it all connect? And how did humans kill your family?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! PERHAPS THIS WEIRD PAPER WILL HELP?" A slip of paper falls from the sky. You read:

Humans
By Inson Cosmon

When one is sorrow
Do you know what you borrow?
Their happiness

You use it on your own issue
While they blow their nose on a tissue
And soon you find that they have

Fell asleep forever
You say 'Never!'
I say 'It's your fault.'
But it is too late

Humans
They are so ter-rib-le
Humans
They think they're so pretty
When all they are is petty

Humans
They are so hor-rid
Humans
Why don't they just leave?

When one is sorrow
Do you know what you borrow?
Their happiness

And guess what?

You use it on your own issue
While they blow their nose on a tissue
And soon you find that they have

Fell asleep forever

"Well, that's... poetic," I reply, unsure of what to say.