From time to time, the ghosts gather 'round here and reminisce for a while. They would tell stories, stories so great that they still spark thoughts of joy in their heart; but who is there to hear them? And who even remembers them? They are gone. And as the ghosts start vanishing again, all there's left behind is the fresh scent of daffodils in spring and a cold breeze carrying on the memories of a distant, simpler, happy past.
"Hope you are all healthy and well, especially in these times. May nothing ill befall you and your loved ones, stay strong, keep fighting and cherish your life."
- Random blessing from a random Stranger
Thank you Gheara (it would take too long to say more; I'm a sloth), Emily (I still can't pronounce steak sometimes), Sam (you crazy dude), Powerwarp (I've put that Minecraft gift to good use) and others whose names I sadly forgot. And thank you brunyman for this server. Still waiting for the Faction Wars 2.0, Zarconis vs ~forgot the second faction, but probably misspelled the first so yeah~.