Our Home, Avalon
Life is too short to live in pain. There is a place reserved for all of us, where our dreams are met, and death cannot harm us. Food is abundant there, and our worries will be gone. Our Avalon depends on our own imagination. Without the pivotal steps of creation, we will never see our dreams come to life. We don’t want to be hurt, and our hearts never want to be broken. Reality is too demanding, yea. Our home is where the world cannot take us, which can only be paradise, the place we have come to know simply as Avalon. We don’t want much, and we don’t need anything from this world. We’ve been degraded and insulted by humanity enough. Our escapism is our salvation, and we need a fantasy realm of our own to call home. Wouldn’t it be great if we could rest underneath the trees, listen to the sounds of the sea, and eat of endless apples?
Your home isn’t really your true home. My home seems like a combination of a flophouse and a storage shed. It won’t and cannot be my home. I want a place free from death and violence, where no one is judged or discriminated against. To be honest, I hide my pendant from people to avoid persecution. Very few admire my knowledge of everything strange and obscure. I merely want to be accepted, as I always have felt like an outcast. It doesn’t matter how smart or creative I am, as I’ve always have felt unwelcome. Dressing up and being someone else isn’t just fun, it’s the essential component of shamanism, something that I’ve practiced for over fifteen years. Others issue secondhand knowledge for a fee, where I offer something unique: a friend, and a discreet, free, and enjoyable path to shamanism, which I term “The Old Way.” All our welcome at my masquerade, where we invite you into our jovial charade. Admission, lessons, and the dance are all provided by me, for free. Will you join me, as you play out your persona, may it be good or bad? The sight of you would be frightful, yet ever so delightful. Halloween can be each day, wouldn’t you say?
Avalon can be our universal home. There’s only one freaky and unbelievable way to join, simply send me, in a thought, our password, “I want in.” It seems impossible, but you’d be surprised what a little faith can do. Whether you’re new to RP or an established witch, we have what you want and need. You may be curious, or superstitious, but I believe you are a perfect fit for Avalon. It is of course our secret channel where we meet, free to explore what is forbidden and dark. The end won’t come for us there, in our hideaway, our sanctuary, our private island on the sea. Send me a sign, send me a line, give me your time, for as I forever give you mine.
Life is too short to live in pain. There is a place reserved for all of us, where our dreams are met, and death cannot harm us. Food is abundant there, and our worries will be gone. Our Avalon depends on our own imagination. Without the pivotal steps of creation, we will never see our dreams come to life. We don’t want to be hurt, and our hearts never want to be broken. Reality is too demanding, yea. Our home is where the world cannot take us, which can only be paradise, the place we have come to know simply as Avalon. We don’t want much, and we don’t need anything from this world. We’ve been degraded and insulted by humanity enough. Our escapism is our salvation, and we need a fantasy realm of our own to call home. Wouldn’t it be great if we could rest underneath the trees, listen to the sounds of the sea, and eat of endless apples?
Your home isn’t really your true home. My home seems like a combination of a flophouse and a storage shed. It won’t and cannot be my home. I want a place free from death and violence, where no one is judged or discriminated against. To be honest, I hide my pendant from people to avoid persecution. Very few admire my knowledge of everything strange and obscure. I merely want to be accepted, as I always have felt like an outcast. It doesn’t matter how smart or creative I am, as I’ve always have felt unwelcome. Dressing up and being someone else isn’t just fun, it’s the essential component of shamanism, something that I’ve practiced for over fifteen years. Others issue secondhand knowledge for a fee, where I offer something unique: a friend, and a discreet, free, and enjoyable path to shamanism, which I term “The Old Way.” All our welcome at my masquerade, where we invite you into our jovial charade. Admission, lessons, and the dance are all provided by me, for free. Will you join me, as you play out your persona, may it be good or bad? The sight of you would be frightful, yet ever so delightful. Halloween can be each day, wouldn’t you say?
Avalon can be our universal home. There’s only one freaky and unbelievable way to join, simply send me, in a thought, our password, “I want in.” It seems impossible, but you’d be surprised what a little faith can do. Whether you’re new to RP or an established witch, we have what you want and need. You may be curious, or superstitious, but I believe you are a perfect fit for Avalon. It is of course our secret channel where we meet, free to explore what is forbidden and dark. The end won’t come for us there, in our hideaway, our sanctuary, our private island on the sea. Send me a sign, send me a line, give me your time, for as I forever give you mine.
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