pochita's lab
A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
Information
- pochita has 2051 creatures
- Joined on August 24th, 2020
Achievements
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a heap of rusted metal plunged into water | |
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a holy name on your skin in shaky breaths | |
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a meteorogical event | |
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a ripple distorted upon a moonlit reflection | |
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a smidge too hard to get | |
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a thousand petals, rustling in the wild | |
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alone at the end of the universe | |
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an introduction to the snow | |
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and reset all the sadness within me | |
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as if we were imprisoned | |
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beauty continuing to bloom, | |
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bitter words and fiery eyes | |
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bluetree star speckled grove | |
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BUT IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME | |
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do you see the same as me | |
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drawn by a certain presence | |
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for merely dreaming we were snow | |
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honeyed sunlight in a bottle | |
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i cried out, my mouth was full of bitterness | |
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i did not have the will to depart, | |
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i won't hesitate again | |
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i've overlooked this land for an eternity | |
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if i could have just one wish | |
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ii. gently please just tell me where they are | |
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ii. our favorite cherry tree | |
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ii. wow okami still makes me cry huh | |
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ii. you can't return to the past | |
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in a place long forgotten | |
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is it enough, to be young and in love | |
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IT MIGHT JUST BE FATALIST THINKING, | |
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loneliness is still time spent with the world | |
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nor the desire | |
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nostalgia isnt helping | |
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placed my fate into the hands of random gods | |
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pomegranate juice staining your skin | |
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sunspotted dreams | |
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the cliffs come alive with shrieking songs | |
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the end of a decaying god | |
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the end of the world is soft, and lonely | |
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the experience of new echoes | |
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the gift of life already given | |
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the seasons always find a way to change | |
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the sound of a car leaving the driveway | |
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this is how i want you to miss me | |
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this is where we are meant to be | |
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this moment-- right here | |
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to what destination do these memories reach | |
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what offering from the void could usurp | |
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when stars fill into the sea | |
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why did they always try to search for escape, |