Do we dream? Do we ponder?
Do we even care about the world around us?
The sky embraces us one more time
We keep walking
We don't care anymore.
Life was a mirage.. it meant anything.
But what is knowledge without reason
And what is reason without love
Hollow tunnels and closed paths
Dark alleys and broken glass.
An outcast in my own kingdom
The killer of my own kind
The realm i deserve is covered by sand
A throne is empty, the heir will not come back.
What about the memories?
What about those dreams?
Torn pages of forbidden books
Rusted metal, covered with dust.
Do we exist? Can you feel me?
What if we never met
An illusion that was not there
Colliding different terrestrial plains.
What if in the beginning our paths never crossed.
Where would you be?
Where would i belong?
I would prefer to lose my senses
I'd like to wake up.
Sometimes i wake up and i have this "What if..." sessions with myself, in the middle of my thoughts i noticed i never developed Psi's real story really much.
So i was wondering what would have happened if Psi's story was developed and written all on my own.
I remember at that time i was starting to make friends in the fandom and i've never rpd before, with the time i got awesome friends that i still love and thanks to the rps Psi "grew up".
I was wondering what would happened if i never made friends, and what would have happened to Psi and well i guess most of my characters would not exist.
What would have happened to Psi if she never met anyone, if she never found the bunker and if she never had interest in sharing her thoughts with other people.
I think Psi would grow up bitter and selfish about her knowledge. She would be always wanting to know more and consider the others a little bit ignorant and would prefer to stay alone with her books and writings.
I think Psi would fight with others over books or important documents, hence all the cracks and stitches you see in this picture, along with damaged Upsilon of course , i think he'd be the only living thing she'd tolerate.
I think she'd die young too, although she learned how to defend herself, i think her soul will fade into oblivion without anybody to look for or any motivation.
ALSO TAKING THIS PICTURE AS A FAREWELL TO PAINT TOOL SAI, because i don't know if i'll be able to use it again in the future.
bye preshus thing you are the best shit for inking
Psi, Upsilon, depy words(c) i am the pimpshit it is me
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