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she listened.
it's easier to think, now.
there's less strain, keeping things in order.
i'm happy.
that's right, isn't it?
something feels off about it.
there were others. converts. cheering. celebrating. they looked so happy for me. but i knew that, deep down, they wanted the wings i was given.
am i happy because my rot has ceased, or am i happy because there's others still decaying? that i have something they don't?
i don't know.
i don't think i should think about it.

