Finally, after 20 something years, we can interact with the environment and sit on a bench.
you know what would make everything perfect
if you could ride flying pokemon in x and y
“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
The sun doesn’t set in the forest,
its fiery kiss
tickles sensitive limbs
that reach out in a desperate embrace.
My fake smile still needs work…