THERE IS SOMETHING AWFULLY FAMILIAR ABOUT YOU. something like a call from the endless television statics, an itch that can't be scratched when it's burning deep at the back of minds, a digital distortion in replay and blood and r̶e̸p̴l̸a̴y̴. “ where's your sense of arrrventure ? ” cackle follows an inquiry from @calliopetune. your presence is overwhelming with twisted deep nostalgia that can be found across in depths of childhoods as the scattered lost time. i do not grimace at your ugly self. rather i pat my pockets, then quirk a brow at you, all being nothing but a playful act for your show. “ huh, i thought i have it with me as i'm usually adventurous, but . . . ah, i think i lost it along the way before i met you, ” i answer calmly, curious about who you are. what are you. you were a strange folklore and children's worst dream, just to become more alive than ever in real horror, no ? “ wanna help me find it ? . . . you can consider it as a treasure. ” i grin, the wildest lights in me staring back at you.