Several years ago, there was a small spark, which slowly transformed into something new. Someone new. Passion's eyes slowly fluttered open. He glanced around. What was this place? He only knew of his purpose. He began walking around, trying to explore, when he crashed into someone.
"Oof- I, um- sorry-!"
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Someday, everything is going to go right for you, and it will be so wonderful you won't even know what to do. — Hannelore Ellicott-Chatham, Questionable Content
