we were just two stones
lying somewhere in the forest,
amongst a thousand others.
though every single stone was similar…
we were are little too alike and ever different yet
Fate pulled us strongly,
we moved closer…
inch-by-inch at first
and then like lightening
our forces were too strong to stop just on time…
The friction was inevitable,
and turned into flames.
RED_BLACK_ORANGE, so black that satan used it to hide. so red that demons hid there prophecies in it and just as orange as the deadly eyes of an owl watching over all our sins
/The forest was burned to shreds/