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(I haven't seen this anime and only did a bit of research, it's for my (self-proclaimed) biggest fans birthday Here's some character pics: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1O5KLDm1K_Ry1HN4hmf_wBrd-Wcwm3GltPFWaQ61f47g/edit?usp=drivesdk ) “Stop it, foolish children, I merely wish to protect the planet. It is impossible to exist with humans any longer. Time without humans, please die and become sages.” All was eerily calm on the narrow path cutting through a moonlit forest as Nobara and Miwa walked along with their weapons in hand and anxious but relatively brave expressions. “This is getting kinda old kinda fast.” Nobara said quietly. “We've been walking for almost an hour…my feet are killing me.” “It is rather odd.” Miwa replied with caution as her eyes carefully darted all around. “With all the strange incidents and reports in this area, one would think finding a curs-” Despite her diligence, Miwa didn't see the vine bursting from the dark treeline until it wrapped around her ankle. Nobara didn't even have time to blink before her companion was jerked to the ground and quickly dragged off into the dense forest with her screams echoing throughout its gloomy depths. Miwa slid along the ground at a sadistically swift speed, she was dragged over fallen branches, across rocks and through bushes, screaming endlessly until smashing into and wrapping around a tree so hard leaves fell down and her katana was sent flying but almost immediately the root around her ankle yanked her again, pulling her now mostly limp body over more rocks, thorn bushes and countless other very solid things that resulted in Miwas clothes and body being covered in many small cuts. Finally the brutalized girl came to an abrupt halt within a small clearing in the forest, though she was too weak to move and merely stared up into the night sky. Barely a second passed before she felt the vine release her ankle which gave her some small relief that but then her eyes widened with horror as her vision was suddenly dominated by the hulking form of the cursed spirit Hanami. “It would seem I have found a particularly weak, incompetent human.” The monsters unsettling hissing voice almost sounded pleased. Miwa tried to appear unafraid. “Weak? I am far fr- A scream replaced her words as the sharp toes of Hanamis large left foot kicked into Miwas side with enough brutality that she immediately began to roll over to hold her aching guts but was stopped as that same foot firmly connected to her face, forcibly pushing her back onto her back. The instant that foot made contact Miwa accidentally inhaled just a bit and burst out with a horribly guttural gag louder than any scream and those gags kept coming as that imposing foot never left, instead it began to slowly increase pressure with Miwa being more disgusted than she thought possible…the foot was more than large enough to smother the majority of her face, pushing it all down flat, and despite the darkness Miwas nearly crying eyes could see that the Cursed Spirits typically white sole was filthy with two substances, coarse rough dirt clinging to the sole via warm sweat and dirt that already mixed with the sweat to form a gooey brown paste, these two horribly foul things existed in patches around the wide, domineering foot covering Mias face and as she reluctantly took in another tiny inhale the blue haired girl coughed even harder than before, to the point that her throat hurt and despite the muck covered foot reeking of hot manure mixed with dead leaves, dry flowers and mold Miwa help too weak to fight back but she refused to be so easily humiliated. “Oh, I can sense your power, barely. You're a jujustu sorcerer, correct? Have our paths crossed before? Surely I would recall such a pathetic human.” Hanami stated coldly, Miwas shaky hands started rising towards the foot on her face, the demonic creature didn't even care. “Tell me, how does the stench of the earth smell?” Miwa couldn't even twitch her lips under the pressure Hanamis left foot exerted and she was too afraid to open her mouth out of fear that the muddy goop would leak down in. Finally her hands touched that foot, it was warm, frighteningly strong and solid. As soon as she got a grip on it however the pressure got infinitely worse as Hanamis right foot lifted off the ground, that right foot kicked down with the speed of a rocket into the helpless girls stomach, violently expelling all the air from her lungs which forced her to take in a deep, hard inhale so powerful that her nostrils were painted with sickening mud and her lungs were completely filled with the horrific stink that was so vile it felt as if her insides were melting. Whimpering and weakly kicking her legs, Miwa continued trying to pull the foot from her face with a renewed desperation that the evil creature standing atop her found to be most satisfying to watch. “Your muffled cries are like a beautiful melody, even the trees around us agree.” Hanami said, Miwa shrieked as the right foot twisted and turned several times on her guts then stomped again, emptying her lungs and forcing her to inhale all over again. “Can you hear them? The trees call for your death, human, they despise your kind even more than I do…I could kill you where you lay within half a second… Miwas gags and coughs came so hard they nearly vibrated the foot covering her skull. “I should kill you.” The foot grinded hard to the left, partially turning Miwas head and making her meekly lower her arms as she cowered. “I would love to end your destructive, earth ruining life, human, but filth like you do not deserve to rot in the ground.” The left foot lifted from Miwas face, leaving only the right to crush her body, which it certainly did with the poor girl making an endless wheezing groan as her stomach supported the rather large creature's body. The Cursed Spirit found it somewhat distasteful that the sniveling human below her had so much dirt and mud coating her unworthy face like mask but it was still deeply pleasing to know she was suffering immensely. And down on the ground, despite the foot having had moved a bit away from her face, most of Miwas vision was dominated with its wide, hulking form and unsurprisingly the foot bore a rather unusual, disgusting appearance…five black toes that ended into pointed tips that weren't even claws, each toe simply ended with in a knife-like point like the tip of a pencil, below those toes the hard skin was white but as Miwas face had found out it was nearly dripping with mud and patches of dried, sweat soaking dirt and finally at the end was the heel, which was just as dark and putrid looking as the toes. “Instead of death, I offer a new life.” Hanami said, Miwa fearfully focused on the hovering foot as she waited more torture. “For you, and your foolishly approaching friend…you cannot undo the catastrophic harm your disrespectful species gave done to the earth…but you can make amends, beg forgiveness…and I will be the one to facilitate such a thing. In serving me, you shall serve the earth.” Miwa wasn't sure what the nasty-footed monster was going on about but it only made her more frightened. The left foot lowered a bit, making her jerk, the stink of rotting salty manure attacked her nose again and as the foot kept lowering at a tauntingly slow speed the trapped girl tried to turn her head but a short root burst from the ground to stop her. Another one came from the otherside, they each pushed hard against the sides of her head and trapped in position, forcing her to watch the lowering foot with her many tears mixing with the filth the instant they were shed. “Ever since your kind evolved past monkeys, your tongues have been your only redeemable quality.” Hanami stated. “Thrust it from your mouth, you will lick my foot and eat the dirt from its flesh to pay for the sins of humanity.” “Wha-what?” “Do not waste my time.” Hanami commanded, her toes briefly scrunched and mini avalanches of sweaty mud drop from the foot. “You will honor the earth through serving me. Worship the foot, consume the dirt. Atone.” “Please…just let me go.” The foot lowered a bit more. “Please…please have mercy…” Miwa begged quietly, she opened her mouth to speak again and that's when Hanami scrunched her toes again, sending a shower of mud down into her captives mouth that turned whatever words she meant to say into a pathetic stream of coughs. “O-o-oh it it acchkkk!...it tastes like co-bllleuugh!” With the stink stink burning her nose and with the mud still coating her face and nostrils, Miwa tried to spit out the half-mouthful of mud mixed with literal demon footsweat but the nasty glob of saliva just plopped on her cheek and congealed into the filth she wore like a thick mask. “Cow poop!” Miwa wheezed out through tears. “It taste lik-blleuuhh like cow poop!” “Yes.” Hanamis eerie hissing voice grew impatient, she hovered her heel above Miwas lips and angled the whole foot upwards. “Now you will begin to lick or things will grow significantly worse.” “Worse? No no no no I'll lic-blleuurghh!” Miwa nearly vomited, her stomach ached as much as her face. “I submit, you w-” Miwa didn't even finish her sentence, she just poked her entire tongue out and choked loudly as it rubbed against the mud on her lips. The tongue was already blackened and just before touching the heel it came to a halt as Miwa understandably hesitated for a moment, feeling the intensely sickening heat radiating from the foot. But one glance up at Hanami, with her vicious teeth and unsettling eye-root things, gave Miwa just enough fear to force herself to submit…her tongue smacked into a wall of dirt before sinking about half an inch into the toxic muck, her wailing only grew louder and as her tastebuds actually touched the black skin of the heel Miwa repulsed harsh choke expelled such a strong gust of air from her mouth that it actually felt pleasant as it blew onto the monsters warm foot. The defeated sorcerer desperately wanted to flee or fight back but knew she'd only fail, so she kept her tongue in place, pushed hard against the heel with plenty of ‘accks’ and ‘urrkks’ escaping her dirt-stained mouth and after a few seconds of experiencing the taste of sour rotting manure Miwas suffering grew as Hanami began slowly twisting her foot around, with Miwa clutching the grass as the heel pushed her tongue downwards a bit. “This is just as satisfying as I had hoped. I eagerly await our future together, slave.” Hanami's eerie voice hissed, she then looked off into the forest. “And do not fear, your approaching friend shall enjoy the same fate as you. I can sense her…she appears more powerful than you, though that will not save her.” The insane levels of disgust Miwa had been experiencing made her somewhat forget that Nobara was unknowingly running towards her own death, or worse, Hanamis putrid feet. Just as Miwa could hear rustling amongst the trees the heel pushed down harder, hard enough to shove her tongue into her mouth and then Miwa shivered with revulsion as the entire foot slowly, firmly placed itself atop her face which added an entire new layer to her already thick mask of sweaty mud, some of which seeped into her mouth and made Miwa produced muffled coughs so hard that her cheeks puffed out like a frog each time. “I can sense the worry you feel for your friend, how admirable, if only your kind had shown such concern for the earth…then you would not be swallowing mud. Regardless, I shall show you some mercy since you have been an obedient servant thus far. Yell, cry out to your friend and tell her to flee.” Hanami stated, knowing that would only speed up Nobara. “Scream.” Miwa felt the Cursed Spirits foot shift, the the ball of the foot began to crush her head as the heel lifted from her filthy mouth.  Miwa didn't hesitate to quickly fill her lungs with one large, horrible, nasty inhale before obeying her new master. “NOBARA GO LEAVE DON'T COME RUN! YOU CAN'T WIN PLE-”  The ball of Hanamis foot slid down, it slid hard against Miwas lower teeth which scraped a mouthful of muck from her foot, all of which plopped down into the sorcerer's mouth with such unexpectedness that most of it was immediately swallowed. As the mixture of cold muck and warm sweat slithered down her throat Miwa felt the roots trapping her head disappear, Hanami also kindly stepped off her bruised body. Before Hanamis large feet even fully smashed the grass below them, Hanani rolled over onto all fours with all that mud already shooting back up her esophagus. “Your species is beyond pathetic.” Hanami said as the sounds of Miwas sickened whining filled her ears only to be replaced by a very pleasing ‘bleeurrhh!’ sound as thick, brown goo shot from the girls mouth and onto the ground below. “However, your subservience will not go unrewarded…I shall focus mainly on torturing your foolish companion. But first, we must set an appropriate scene of humiliation for her to arrive upon.” Fortunately Miwa only needed to projectile vomit once though her troubles only grew worse, Hanamis right foot stomped down onto the back of her head, sending her to the ground and plunging her face first into the pile of muck she'd regurgitated.  Unsurprisingly the girl jerked around and weakly struggled but that was quickly stopped, it just took Hanami pushing her foot down so hard that the pointed black toes dug into Miwas scalp so hard that her following muffled screams made little air bubbles within the mud she was currently facedown in. Nobara ran as fast as she possible could, determined to save her fellow sorcerer and as she burst into the clearing she came to an immediate halt upon seeing the twisted situation that made Miwa scream out in the first place. Hanamis foot dwarfed the defeated girls head and was pushing it down with such savagery that Miwas legs were noticeable quivering with pain, so Nobara narrowed her eyes with hatred at the cursed spirit and readied her hammer. “Do not fear, human, death does not await you here. Only a new beginning.” “You disgusting monster, let her go!” Nobara demanded only to gasp upon noticing the pile of mud Miwas face was buried in, the stink was strong enough to reach from several meters away. “And get your disgusting foot off her!” Nobara then heard Miwa shout out what sounded like ‘Run!’ but immediately after that she charged forward, ready to bash the spirits skull in with her hammer. “How predictable.” Hanami stated with Miwa whining as the foot crushing her head began to twist and grind. Once Nobara grew near, a thin root burst from the ground and expertly struck her hammer head which sent it flying. Another, thicker root came up to essentially punch her in the gut, the strike came so hard that Nobara spat blood all over the grass as she dropped to her knees where she received zero mercy. That thin root swooped behind her and wrapped around her hair, forcing her to face the now approaching Hanami while two more roots came forth, tying around her wrists and pulling down, leaving her there helpless and kneeling. “This is the only way this could have ended.” Hanami said, allowing Miwa to continue laying face down in the muck which she did fearfully while audibly sobbing. “Now then, it is time for you to begin life anew.” Nobara, despite feeling like she had internal bleeding, wanted to respond with nasty words but never had the chance. Hanamis right foot kicked into her face so hard that she would've been rocketed back into the forest if the roots didn't hold her in place, that foot remained where it was as well, pushing forward while the roots continued to do their job. Immediately Nobara was plunged into the deepest depths of disgust, she choked and gagged and shook with such revolted ferocity that it was almost as impressive as it was pathetic. “You appear to have much more of a fighting spirit than your weeping companion. I look forward to extinguishing your fire.” Hanami stated with hatred. “Now suffer.” The root holding Nobaras hair pulled forward, forcing her even harder against the very solid foot that just kept pushing with even more might despite Hanami just standing there as motionless as a statue, watching the torture unfold with her eyeless gaze while Miwa meekly peeked out from her mound of mud. The kneeling Nobara kept her loud gagging and choking sounds coming at her face was flattened to a unthinkable degree, so much so that her various noises noticeably grew gradually quieter as they were muffled by the mud-dripping sole. She tried to pull herself free of the roots but with even the slightest movement caused them to tighten and by the time they nearly cut off circulation to her hands the foot began to move downwards at an incredibly slow speed. At first, the entirety of Nobaras face was covered by the large foot but soon her forehead came into view, her skin had been painted with mud just like her fallen ally. Then her eyes began to come into view, prompting Hanami to comment as she continued viciously scrubbing her mud coated foot downwards. “There is so much rage in your eyes. But I can sense a level of fear, and it is growing…” The cursed spirit then pointed to the ground directly behind herself. “You, my loyal blue haired servant, I desire a chair.” To the surprise of everyone, Miwa barely waited a second before she began rise, lifting her face from the muck to crawl over with her head hung low in defeat, with mud dripping down to her dangling hair or onto the ground. As Hanamis claws began to rub overtop Nobaras nose, the girl tried to shout something to her hopeless companion but the foot crushing her face did so with such efficiency that as her lips parted even a tiny bit, sweat-filled mud seeped in through the crack which left Nobara gagging and choking even harder, just as Hanamis toes started to stop moving with the vine-trapped sorcerer nearly vomiting with disgust as she felt her nose being slowly sunken down on by the cursed spirits two largest toes and as the foot finally came to a halt Nobara had little choice other than to start sniffing in the air between the creatures toes, filling herself with the toxic stink of rotting fertilizer while that tiny bit of muck in her mouth showed her what sort of hellish experiences she would soon be suffering through…the toes were long enough to mostly cover her eyes, with the pointed tips painfully poking at her mud smeared forehead as she watched as Miwa finally arrived behind Hanami. “Well done, my favored slave, your obedience has won you mercy. For now. Now we must see how willing your enraged friend here is to atone for humanities sins.” The monster's cold voice hissed as she sat down rather hard onto Miwa, her black muddy toes still gripping Nobaras nose. Miwa immediately seemed like she'd fall, the closeness to all the nasty foot stink certainly didn't help, but her fear kept her shaking limbs stable enough. Hanami didn't seem to care, she probably enjoyed knowing her chair was suffering as she looked down at the unwillingly kneeling Nobara. “It is time, submit and willingly worship at my feet. Clean the toes and slather your tongue upon my sole.” Nobara, with her arms restrained and the hair-pulling root actively shoving her face forward into the pushing foot, had no intentions of serving some nature obsessed demon and she made that clear by giving Hanami a hostile glare through her muck covered toes. “Very well. If you do not wish to consent, you will be forced to.” A thick, stubby root burst through the dirt between Hanami and her latest pet, it punched into Nobaras guts so hard it forced all the air from her lungs causing her to unwillingly take in a massive snort that made her rage filled eyes burst open with horrified disgust. Her nostrils were pressed directly into the base of the tow crevice, immediately they were flooded with a mix of cold and unpleasantly warm mud, along with all the nasty odors it bore. Having her insides painted with sweat infused mud made her body shake and struggle against her restraints but it was useless, she so restricted in her movements that Miwas trembling arms moved more. As soon as Nobara was finally able to exhale warm air, her stomach was root-punched again, forcing a breathless hoarse wheeze from the girl followed by a wet sucking sound mixed with plenty of sobbing as Nobara was once again forced to violently snort up toxic mud and stale fertilizer-scented fumes, so much filth traveled up her nose that her nostrils began to narrow as it clung to their sides.  Nobara barely managed to complete half an inhale before the root smashing her stomach again, expelling the air which was immediately replaced by fumes equally as vile. “Your choices are simple, human. Submit and repent, or we will stay here, in this exact pose until one of us perishes. And I am immortal.” Hanami's horrible voice pierced Nobaras ears and filled her with as much disgust as the black, sharp toes squeezing her nose. “You need only stick out your tongue and serve me, then the pain will cease.” Nobara couldn't believe that she was actually considering obeying this monsters sick commands but by this point her guts were beginning to feel bruised and Hanami must've somehow known because that thick root just started absolutely assaulting her. It pounded into her stomach over and over and over again, striking so hard that Nobaras entire body jerked as she let out endless shrieks that were all but completely silenced by the muddy monster sole smothering her mud covered lips. The unending poundings didn't help with her rising levels of nausea, her stomach contents slashed around violently and every hard snort she was forced to take rapidly dragged her closer to submission, or vomiting. “N-Nobara please…” Miwa mumbled through tears, pausing to choke on the warm nasty air coming from her mud covered face. “Ju-just do as she says, please…” “Yes, Nobara, listen to my chair as she is clearly much wiser than you.” Hanami said, her voice remained cold and eerily calm but her patience must have been wearing thin as the kneeling girls panic rose sharply as her nose was brutally gripped by the toes so hard her nostrils were sealed shut, with snotty mud being squeezed out. “Open your mouth, place your tongue upon my sole and serve me.” Nobara knew it was over, she was truly trapped and at this foul monsters mercy. Her crying eyes meekly looked away from Hanami as her lungs burned from what little death-scented stink remained within her. The instant she began to open her mouth the root beating her stomach sunk back into the ground, a bit of mud seeped past her lips as she took a nasty breathful of air before her tongue smacked into the muck covered sole with Nobara gagging and wheezing so hard her body practically vibrated as her tastebuds were drowned, she could feel her tongue sink a bit into the mostly cold mud before pressing flat against the warm, still actively sweating sole. “Good.” Hanami stated, her voice unchanged and still hostile despite having won. “Now you will drag your tongue side to side for approximately ten seconds, then you will lick upwards, where my toes and their swampy crevices await.” “...You made the right choice…” Miwa mumbled, giving up any hope of ever being free again as her friends sickened whimpers filled her ears. Nobara felt so repulsed, sickened and nauseated that she half expected to turn green, not that it would be visible beneath the mud masking her face…but at least Hanamis right foot stopped pushing so brutally against her face, simply so she could lick better and lick is what she did, obeying the cursed spirits command, even counting the seconds within her mind. She kept her tongue stiff and rigid, her mouth opened partially, and turned her head slightly to the left while producing guttural wheezes as her tongue sliced through the cold mud like rancid butter. Once her tongue neared the edge of the wide, muck dripping sole, Nobara began moving her head in the opposite direction, feeling worse than she'd ever felt before with the taste of mud and nature-obsessed demon skin making her tongue quiver with how unbelievably repulsive it was. “Your sobs sound so sweet but I cannot see why you would cry. What better way is there to serve a steward of the earth than to ensure that her feet are clean enough to respectfully walk the earth? You should feel pride to have been elevated to such an important role, it is far more than you deserve.” Hanami said just as Nobaras tongue reached the other side of her heel, the cursed spirit felt a surge of superiority as her effortlessly defeated enemy began to slowly drag her tongue upwards. “And think, this is merely the beginning.” Such a thought certainly didn't make Nobaras humiliating task any either though it didn't slow her down, nothing could, she was smearing her tongue up the center of the muddy sole at such a slow speed that Hanami would have harmed her if such a sluggish lick didn't feel amazing for the sadistic monster. In fact, everything thus far had been going absolutely amazing for the cursed spirit…she had two humans all alone, at her mercy and seeking forgiveness for their species transgressions, her chair was comfortable and quivering, seeing Nobara knelt down while actively choking on mud was nearly as sublime as feeling her tongue, even the sounds her two pets made sounded like a sweet sweet symphony of sad sounds ranging from low groveling whimpers to beautiful wails of regret…though despite her immense joy, the wicked creature just sat there atop Miwas back, appearing as hostile and vicious as before, presiding over the scene of humiliation like an indifferent statue. Unsurprisingly Nobara was having a much different experience. Her tongue was finally reaching the base of the black toes, the instant she tasted them even slightly a loud gag burst from her with enough force to blow some mud from the foot. “Lick them clean.” Hanami commanded. “Do your duty.” Nobara somehow found the strength to keep going despite knowing that without the roots holding her in placed she would have collapsed into a weeping mess long ago. She started moving her tongue side to side, a big faster than before, along the underside of Hanamis pitch black, mud covered toes with every little movement of her tongue sending muck dripping down her shirt, staining it and providing new places for the toxic stink to ooze from. Nobara licked to the left, then the right, then back again and so on, gagging so much that she sounded like a struggling car engine, sputtering and whinging so loudly it absolutely scared away every animal within a mile. She knew that Hanami desired for her to lick between the toes, but with how bad their bottoms tasted Nobara was horrified of venturing into those tight little spaces so she desperately tried to please the spirit by doing a decent job of licking. Meanwhile, Miwa continued to act as a loyal chair, her body aching so much from the exertion of supporting a heavy, muscular monster that she nearly wished to trade places with Nobara…but chose to remain silent, especially since the toe licking girl sounded more like a revolted dying animal than a respectable sorcerer. “Enough stalling.” Hanami said suddenly. “You will service the crevices or you will be brutally punished.” To her great shame, Nobara tried to beg but barely made a sound before Hanamis foot pushed a bit harder, that plunged her tongue between the two largest toes which immediately made her dry-heave several times like a sick dog. Her tongue remained in its new disgusting location however and after feeling her stomach churn she began to lick, twisting her tongue back and forth like a drill digging through the mud. Within a few seconds, a lot of the filth had vanished, either it has soaked down into her mouth or dropped down onto her shirt though Nobara felt like it had all gone to her stomach as her tongue began to slow and her skin, beneath her outer muddy exterior, turned a sickly pale. “This is as satisfying as I had imagined, though I do not do this for pleasure. Your filthy race must atone, you must be made to suffer, the earth and her bountiful scores of nature demand it.” Hanami hissed, hardly able to be heard over the queasy girls' endless choking and dry-heaving. Unbeknownst to Miwa, a thin root was creeping up from below her head. “Is this not a truly beautiful sight, my loyal chair, watch and admire as your friend fulfills her true purpose in life.” Miwa would have obeyed without hesitation but that root shot up and forced her to look. It wrapped around her throat several times and kept wrapping and wrapping upwards until her skull was nearly engulfed, at which point her head was snapped so hard to the side her neck nearly snapped and upon seeing the miserable state of Nobara, she almost wished it did. Immediately after, Nobara had the unpleasant honor of feeling Hanamis putrid foot sliding against her mouth but barely a half second later Nobaras dry-heaving continued as her tongue slipped into the next tiny little crevice where it began to clean, being squeezed by strong warm toes and being marinated by cold, sweaty toxic mud. Nobara wasn't sure of this particular toe crevice tasted worse than the last or if she was just overwhelmed by disgust but her licking slowed greatly, her tongue barely scrubbed and despite her best efforts to serve she could only keep going for another few seconds before she had to retract her tongue. “Ple-bbleuhh!” Her tongue brought with it a load of horrid mud, which her gag blasted the inside of her mouth with, making her even more nauseous. “Please stop! Let us leave, we'll…we'll forget this ever happened! Please just have merc-” Begging had been a mistake, that was made clear as about a dozen vines burst through the ground. They wrapped around Nobara and yanked her down to the grass so that she was laid out flat, groveling at Hanamis feet as the cursed spirit stood.  “I warned you, human, disobedience would be punished harshly.” Nobaras head was resting on her chin, her weeping eyes fearfully looking up at the disturbing face of her new owner until two small roots popped up directly in front of her and as her gaze focused on them her eyes widened with absolute horror. “No…NO NO N-” The thin root were almost like scorpion stingers, as they were each tipped with a thorn. Each root shot into her mouth, digging the thorns into the corners of her lips with blood immediately seeping out as her mouth was pulled wide open to an impossible degree all while she wailed as if being murdered as the thorns dug into her like fish hooks. “This is the path you have chosen.”  Nobaras whole body shook and fought pointlessly below the roots, she had no chance of escape and could do nothing but watch as Hanamis right foot slowly overed forth, still filthy despite her best efforts to be a good slave. “No no wai-”  That foot kicked forward with incredible speed and came to a violent halt as it smashed into her gaping mouth which was still just barely too small to accommodate the large foot. Hanami didn't care though and Nobara felt the effects of that immediately, the foot kept pushing and pushing and within about three seconds the tortured girls screaming became a bit muffled as the foot began to slowly sink in…the sides shoved the thorns in deeper, her tongue felt the sickening tips of the pointed toes rake over her tastebuds before they reached her throat, leaving her tongue behind to be mostly smothered by the ball of the foot which tasted beyond vile. “I did not tell you to cease the cleaning.” Hanami stated, pushing her foot downwards with enough force Nobara lower teeth nearly shattered before her tongue began to move, barely considering the great amount of pressure bearing down on it within her overstuffed mouth. “Excellent. Now the suffering will continue, even worse than before.” Nobaras tongue felt some more sole slowly grind over it as the sharpened toes entered her throat, the tips dragging and scraping at her soft insides caused such intense pain that her screams were hardly even muffled. It felt like at any moment the disgusting things would causes her to bleed more but somehow that didn't happen, the toes just kept slithering deeper and deeper, coating everything in mud and forcibly expanding her insides without mercy, so much so that Nobara could feel all the sweat and mud and filth slowly sinking down her throat like some kind of sobbing sewer pipe. Her stomach began to churn but she kept suffering through the torture, she had no choice. Her tongue continued to move as best it could, wiggling weakly like a smashed worm under a boot.  Then, without much of a warning, everything came shooting back up violently, her throat was flooded with stomach acid and a swamps worth of monster-sweat infused mud. It all came to a halt upon reaching Hanamis toes but the pressure kept building and rising and soon enough the filth began to squeeze through, seeping past the nasty toes through what miniscule space there was with Nobara vibrating with so much shame, disgust and agony that it nearly shook the roots trapping her.  Miwa, still in her chair position and being forced to watch, began to sob harder upon seeing Nobaras eyes bulge, the corners of her unnaturally gaping mouth began to ooze out a sickening brown liquid as all the mud and muck finally came surging out like a lazy geyser. “Ah, at last. I was awaiting that, as were the trees and the roots below, they yearned for your suffering and you have provided it in droves…” Hanami said, Nobara almost wanted to cry with joy, thinking she'd be shown mercy. “And you will continue to please your audience.” The toes began to move again, slowly, this time raking the ‘floor’ of her throat with much more ferocity. Nobaras screams were unaffected by her throat being plugged as those pointed toes dragged along, leaving behind papercuts while she could do nothing but grovel unwillingly, serving Hanami and atoning for humanities sins against the earth by swallowing mud forced down her throat by a self-righteous, sadistic cursed spirit who had decided she was Nobaras new owner and it would seem she was right… _____________________ Also, during the writing of the last 25ish% of this fic, I had a slave licking my feet😎

Location: Micronauts HQ, Light Kingdom. Later that day. Natalia removed her sunglasses when she entered the bunker of the Micronauts for the first time. She was invited by Peli and expected she would meet her at the doorway, but as the automatic door opened for her- a sign that she was cleared before entering- she was greeted by Rammy and Allie. "Rammy? Allie?" She said. Allie rolled her eyes, looked to Rammy and gave in. "This is all you, girl." "What are you doing here? I didn't think you are one of them? You said on live television that you weren't affiliated." Nat reminded her. "I'm not. And strictly off the record, I'm not yet." Rammy admitted. Nat stepped further into the front office where she witnessed Saffron's who always preferred front desk duty, rise from her seat behind unusually large furniture and approach from behind. First glance made Nat think she was looking at a bigger version of Rammy, and then she was introduced to the big Jennings girl. "Natalia Fairleigh, my mom Saffron. Royal Lt. Commander Micronauts unit. Mom, this is Nat with The Journal." She said. Saffron, as usual, delighted in being more than twice Nat's size. The diminutive reporter gazed up at the giant woman's scary green eyes with her meek brown ones. "My God, you're incredibly huge." She gasped. "Hmph! That's right I'm big. Biggest Human that ever lived! I need to know we can trust you!" Saffron protectively greeted the reporter with a furious standoffish character. "You must be eight feet tall!" Nat exclaimed. "Not even close. I'm two inches shy of ten feet! What are you, three feet tall?" Saffron questioned her before she bent down, grabbed Nat by her jacket and lifted her up to eye level- Rammy smirking at seeing her mother exert her amazon size. The message that Nat received from the intimidation so far was to not breach the trust. As she was held up in front of Saffron's huge face, she couldn't let her eyes wonder away from Saffron's huge green eyes and furled eyebrows, showing a tense glare. "Touch my nose. Do it." Saffron insisted of her. Unwilling to disobey, Nat gently reaches her arm and hand to the giantess's face, and put her hand against the woman's nose. "My God I'm so small to you. Your nose is bigger than my hand." She muttered. "Haha!!!" Rammy lost her composure and chuckled. "She got you, mom!" Saffron clenched her teeth and made an audible quiet growl. "Okay you little punk, you can have your interview with me. But don't you dare try anything foolish with me. I'm a Royal Lt. Colonel and a twenty year veteran of this outfit. Got it?" Nat nodded and appeared to be almost limp like a rag doll in the grips of Saffron's hands, which were bigger than her head. "Y-yes, madame." "It's okay Commander Jennings, but your dedication to our unit's integrity is most respectable." Marshal Vallus was heard saying from corridor approaching the front office area. "I thank you, as does the unit, for your efforts." It was Peli's way of assuring Saffron that she didn't need to go rough on the reporter, but that it was appreciated. In Peli's view, every team could use a pitbull in the ranks, and Saffron was just one of them willing to do it. Saffron brought Nat to the floor and let her go. "Thank you... Thank you, Peli!" She said. "Good, you may carry on with the interviews, Miss Fairleigh." Peli insisted. Theodora had entered along with Peli and pointed to Rammy and Allie, she waited for the Marshal to finish speaking. "Who wants to be my first victim today?" She joked, to a rare laughter from Peli. "It's okay if you want to get it over with and see them both at once." Peli assured her. "Fine, you two come with me. It's time for your interview, and no crying!" Theo demanded before she led the two with her to her office. Rammy and Allie followed Theo to her office with abundant worry on their faces. As they did so, Nairys walked by and Theo stopped before she stepped through the door to her office. "Hey Nair-Bear, you taking Lena Pastor to the courts now, are ya?" She asked her. "Yup! The Magistrates hope to render judgement this afternoon! I'm supposed to meet Tiger!" Nairys responded and nearly bumped into Peli when she walked backwards out of the hall. "I missed the hustle of my team. It runs like a well-oiled machine." Peli remarked. "And you, Miss Ayryn, I am impressed with your record." "Oh it was nothing, Commander- I mean, Marshal!" Nairys replied. "86 assignments. Pretty good for our Warden. How you've matured..." Said Peli. Indeed when Peli was imprisoned, her last memory of Nairys was scolding her for acting foolish and arrogant. According to her dossier, she was a well-rounded Micronaut, received high marks in the academy, and even Fim personally wrote kind remarks in her record as a student. "I am so pleased to know that you had the courage to prevail. I hope that Fim wasn't too hard on you in training." Peli continued. "Fim has my eternal gratitude for being an excellent instructor. In any case, I really must be going. I don't think that the panel will appreciate if I'm late." Nairys replied and walked past Peli, then waving to Saffron before setting out. Peli contented herself by checking on the interview with Theo and the two recruits. She approached the doorway, peaked in, and the closed the door before stepping aside. Theo looked slightly out of direction as she had sat across from the two candidates at her desk, nervously buried her face into her hands, and uttered an anguished sound. As nervous as the two candidates were, they were now nervous as to why Theo was appearing to experience a sudden pause in her routine. Although, she looked cute with her white suit and the white cat ears she wore over her honey blonde hair. To say the least, it was an interesting start to the process. "What's the matter?" Rammy asked her. "Ughhhhh my Bob. I new this day would come. I new it so long ago and it's finally here." Theo mumbled, still hiding her eyes and nose behind her hands. "It's okay." Rammy assured her, kicking her legs and feet cutely as she sat in the chair next to Allie who was appropriately silent and figuratively sweating bullets. "No you don't understand kiddo." Theo then uncovered her face and brushed both of her low undone pigtails behind her shoulders. "You're the daughter of Royal Lt. Commander Jennings the hardest bitch that isn't Ellie. If something happens to you, she'll kick my ass six ways from Sunday, and have my guts for garters." Theo's humor gave the candidates a moment to breathe a little easier, although for Rammy, with each passing comment that exulted her mother's size, her experience, her demeanor, everything, it made Rammy feel smaller and more like she would never fit into her mom's boots. Still, they maintained their silence and with trembling breaths and at least for Allie, enough anxiety to cause her to experience sensory deprivation, they took in everything Theo had to tell them. "Okay girls, I have... Two... No, three outstanding questions for you. I can't even believe I'm asking these questions to my friend's daughter, it feels so fucked up. But I have to, and be honest." Theo began. "Actually, I'll ask that one question last, maybe I'll take a shot of brandy before I ask it." Rammy and Allie looked at one another wondering what could be so bad. Then to their surprise, Theo opened a drawer in her desk and actually pulled out a glass bottle of brandy, as she had foreshadows. She pulled the cork and took a big swig. "I don't suggest ever drinking on the job, but seeing as it'll be a paperwork day..." She paused, stared at the two and stuck out her tongue to convey her disgust for the tedious nature of it all. "And seeing as I have to write my own version of the accounts of busting into the most defended prison in history... I might as well lighten the mood." Then the door to Theo's door came open and Tarten's cute face poked in. She squinted at Theo with distrust and chastized her for drinking. "Theodora Andersen! That's not good for your health!" She exclaimed. "Jesus!" Theo fell back in her chair and slapped her desktop. "How does she do that?!?!" "I warned you about the health affects of consuming alcohol, Theodora!" Tarten continued her bearing until she noticed Rammy and Allie. "Oh hey!" Tarten invited herself into Theo's office and offered her hand first to Rammy who was nearest to her and then to Allie "You girls are hot stuff! Will I be seeing you in the academy ? It'll be great! I'm teaching a course on injuries when small; you know, what to do when a giant insect stings you or when you have a reaction to spores, the-" "Tarten, do you have sonars in those little Fairy ears?? The other day you were clear on the other side of the bunker from Nila and Shakko when they lit their cigarettes outside and you still knew it!!" Theo interrupted Tarten. "Ahah!" The Fairy chuckled and pointed at her forehead. "I'm telepathic! You keep forgetting, my Human friend! I'm off to help Fim and Shakko! Bye ladies!" Tarten made her exit from Theo's office and closed the door behind her. She was heard talking to someone right off the bat and giggling with her cute high-pitched Fairy voice. Theo shook her head and continues the interview. "Okay, first Small Sickness. I know Rammy is used to it by now, how do you feel when you shrink, Allie?" All eyes were on Allie for the first question. "Err... As in when I got sick the first time? I- It didn't bother me for long." She said. "Small Sickness usually only affects you the first few times or when you've gone extremely miniscule. When one grows gigantic, they often experience disorientation and vertigo, rarely any sickness. Is this going to be an issue?" Theo questioned the two. "I'm going to grow giant?" Allie asked. "In training, and likely on the field." Said Theo "N-No, not at all." Allie replied. "Uh-huh." Rammy agreed. "Very well, my next question involves your boobs." Theo said. "My what?" Allie wasn't sure she heard correctly. "Our boobies." Rammy clarified, grabbing onto her own and giving them a slight squeeze. "So.... This isn't a sexually-charged discussion. But only women with... Sizeable tits, I might put it, may be in the Small Unit, including the Micronauts." Theo revealed. "W-why? Mine are kinda big but do they really need to be bigger?" Allie wondered while Rammy understood the reason. "Allow me to demonstrate the reason why." Theo stood up and approached the candidates at the front of her desk and sat on the edge of it. "Don't gawk, but focus on my boobs." She said as she unzipped her suit half-way and showed her long deep cleavage. Her suit sprang open due to the immensity of Theodora's chest, and as Rammy suspected, she was not wearing anything under her suit. "O-kay?" Allie muttered. "When I started in this unit, I had a bust of 96cm, and while big, wasn't really large enough to carry our equipment. A Micronaut is expected to be able to carry things in cargo, cleavage." Theo began, then she reached into her cleavage and first retrieved her Micrazor with her custom blue and magenta skin. "A shrink ray!" Allie excitedly gasped. "A standard issue Micrazor Model 3 with my custom skin. It can shrink and enlarge its targets. Every agent has a standard hip holster for theirs, but since we all have big titties, we just holster it in cargo. Gotta be able to carry that." Theo corrected her and placed the gun behind her on her desk. "Mi-cra-zor..." Rammy tried to remember the name. Theo brandished a very small white orb about the size of a marble, which when she showed it, it expanded to a large size. "Standard issue survival orb. Everything inside is for those serious situations, also includes a plasma grappler." Theo continued and placed the orb on her desk. Then Theo reached in and pulled out a tiny Shamid who giggled and waved at the candidates. "Hiiiii!!!!" She called to them. Theo smirked, the girls found the fact that giant Shamid was shrunk and hiding in Theo's cleavage to be hysterical. "One troll, not of standard issue. There's nothing standard about Shamid at all. No, no, don't be like her, she's a pain in the ass!" Theo joked as she placed Shamid onto the desk. "That was your aunt Shamid!" Allie said to Rammy. "Now my boobs are over 145cm in bust size. They're enormous and I'm a giant girl standing over seven feet tall. The point is that you need to be able to carry a lot in cargo, including several miniatures if necessary. If you become Micronauts, you'll need to grow and condition them to suit the mission. And believe me, after several rendezvous with the shrink rays, they'll start to grow, girls. As will your bodies." Theo said and then returned to her seat at the desk while tiny Shamid playfully tried to roll the orb around. "She's so cute!" Allie said. "Aunt Shammyyyyyyyy...." Rammy waved to Shamid who waved back at Rammy. "Lastly, and I'm glad the Commander can be here for this because I hate saying this to you women but... If I were any of you two, I'd expect at least some level of intimacy with some of your fellow agents." Theo cautiously spoke, receiving an approving nod from her Commander who was still playfully trying to roll the orb around on Theo's desk. "Intimacy?" Repeated Rammy. "I'm not speaking solely about camaraderie, or like how your Zanzhi and Shiqaw tribes refer to one another as brother and sister. I'm talking love and passion. I'll give you an example: Sheri and Nila used to hate each other, now they're very close and have made love a few times. Lynka an Wessi are best friends- a few years ago Wessi married Lynka and also her husband. I'm told they... Well... You get the point." Theo explained. "You get to become family with everyone and sometimes it's a VERY lonely life and a long journey." "I never knew that Wessi and Lynka were married, and I've known them all of my life." Rammy responded. "We also like to keep things in the unit." Shamid remarked before she purposefully rolled the orb into Theo's name plate, knocking it off of her desk. "Knew it." Theo remarked about Shamid. Sensing that Theo's giant hand was coming for her, Shamid leaped off of the desk as she let out a mischievous Shiqaw giggle, and landed safely on the floor and ran out of the room, sliding underneath the door in a hilarious and comedic scene. "You troll! I'll get you for that!" Theo said of Shamid, having grabbed a magazine to try to smack little Shamid with it. "Actually no, she's still twice my size when normal... I'm not going there." "Woah! She just made that huge jump and it didn't phase her at all!" Allie commented on Shamid's leap. Theo was glad to know that Rammy was paying attention and being observant. "We have a saying in the Micronauts unit. Dominate small... And you'll find that your size is your advantage." "That's deep." Allie responded. "So what next?" Rammy inquired. "Interview is over, girls. I normally spend an hour interrogating candidates but I think I can speak for the unit as a veteran that we know you are both qualified. This was merely a formality. If you girls want to enter the Size Academy, it begins soon." Theo responded and looked at a calendar on her office wall, a type of digital calendar that project from a laser onto glass. "Zero day, it's your induction class where you get to meet your instructors. That is one 4th of next month. One day is your first actual day of classes, we run every day of the work week. You'll start off with Fim for physical training and control tactics; Maia will begin your size siences; Hana your oratory skills, Saffron teaches weapons systems; Morning Star defense tactics; Kangi and Lynka tag team support instructions; Sheri on fairy support instructions; Nila on hand-to-hand combat; Tarten on field medicine; Neya on technological systems; I teach security and protocols; and finally you'll round our the semester with Dr. Vallus who will absolutely test you. At the end of the semester we put all that you've learned to the test, known as 'fight like hell'. Nila and Fim came up with the idea. You'll be required to utilize your control tactics on each instructor. You have to pin us to the mat in order to graduate." It was a ton to take in by any measure. "My word... We have to take each of you on personally?" Asked Rammy. "It's not like Hana will go all Karate on you, or Fim will snap your neck. Each of us test you on certain points of your combat training. Fim will show you how to take down a giant a thousand times your size, and I believe this semester that giant will be me." Theo clarified. "Sounds rigorous. Does anyone ever pass?" Rammy questioned her. "Ever since we devised the current system? Not one, not for a Micronaut, at least. But we aren't going to lighten the load. When I shrink in size and have a mission to complete, I expect my partner to be just as capable as I am. I hope you two understand that." Theo continued. "Yes, madame." Rammy and Allie said in unison. "Rammy, you being half-Zanzhi and having been given some training in their way of fighting may give you the impression that we fight with the same level of honor as they do, being that we wear a suit and emblems." Theo suggested. "Yeah." Rammy agreed thinking it would be similar to her limited training. "It isn't." Theo corrected her and bore a dire expression that warned her not to take things lightly. "I advise you to know that when it comes to wearing the suit out in the field, we aren't very patient women. We don't use words such as 'honor', we prefer 'guts'. Ten years ago your momma and I infiltrated a child trafficking operation and found ourselves hypershrunk and surrounded by a dozen giant Arkish smugglers who all witnessed us go tiny. We didn't care about admirable appearances, we cared to go home and save kids. There was no honor in the way we fought, but we won the day. So if you girls think this will be easy, think again." Theodora for all of her cute looks and charms had shown herself to be quite serious. As she leaned back in her chair and stared directly into the eyes of Rammy, the latter felt the level of expectation she was to meet. Theo had high hopes for the first legacy Micronaut cadet. "I guess I should hit the gym more." Allie remarked. With her icy stare locked onto Rammy, Theo sitting back in her chair and rocking it side-to-side a little with her feet sent a message. "I'll see you girls on Zero Day?" She asked them. Rammy and Allie each nodded because they felt a lump in their throats. As it happened, Theo's blue eyes could like very cold and aggressive when she wanted them to. Receiving confirmation, Theo lightened up a little and pointed to her door. "As Allie is Human, I doubt very much that she lactates. But Rammy I will need you to give a milk sample to Jodak on your way out." "A milk sample?" Rammy repeated and wondered why as she stood up, clutching one of her breasts protectively. "You're shrinking a lot, and you've lost several centimeters since entering my office, I can tell. I suspect that your Zanzhi half has gifted you with a steady supply of milk without the benefit of nursing, and I will order an analysis of your milk to see if there are other underlying issues. We already have your blood sample on file, and it shows a unique Zanzhi gene that diminishes your size." Theo educated her. "Go on, your mom will take you to her." "I-is there something wrong with my milk?" Rammy asked her. "Shrink Drink. I had a hunch when I saw you sucking on them earlier and putting it in your coffee for creamer than your milk is speeding your reduction. Have you been breastfeeding anyone? You don't have kids, right?" Theo questioned her. Rammy looked nervously at Allie and she closed her eyes as if to hide embarrassment. She gave a short nod and then came an audible sigh from Theodora. "Who?" She asked Rammy. "Err... Mostly just my Zanzhi family. They come and go a lot at dad's house." Rammy admitted. "But I've been letting them drink it for so long, no one ever got small or sick from it. I'm only doing what other girls in my nation do." "It's true. I watched her let a Shiqaw friend suckle a few weeks ago. He's fine, we just saw him the other day." Allie confirmed. "Mostly?" Theo continued her interrogation of the child. Rammy again looked at Allie who nodded to her bestie. "it's okay, Rams." Rammy looked embarrassed to confess, but she slumped her shoulders and looked down and away. "I... I let Allie suck on them a few times. And I drink from them almost everyday now since they got a little bigger." Theo's eyes lit up like she wasn't surprised to hear it. "I don't have any evidence to begin to educate you over the matter, but may I strongly suggest to you that this tribal tradition of sharing boob love be out on hold for a moment until Izzy runs the tests?" Theo spoke sternly. "It's not like Allie shrunk from it." Rammy argued, which was never a wise thing to do with a suited agent. "Let's test that theory out." Theo snapped to her feet and approached the two who both suddenly became very worried that Theodora would correct them and reveal a horrible truth about Rammy's chemistry. "Miss Yeo, shoes off, back up against the wall, feet flat. I'll measure you." She ordered the little redhead. Theo, like the other agents with offices, had a scale against her wall configured for both centimeters and inches. Allie held her breath nervously as she followed Theo's order and the big agent looked carefully at Allie's height. "1-6-1. Miss Yeo what is your confirmed height according to your medical records?" Asked Theo. "Emm... I can't be sure." Allie confessed. "Ah! Well we're in luck then!" Theo bellowed out and retrieved a small book that was lying on her desk beside a stack of papers. "Fortunately our estimable Commander Narb makes it a habit to distribute the dossier of every candidate to my office before the interviews are ever held. I have here your official Light Dossier, and according to it..." She continued as she flipped to the third page in the book. "Lucky for us that you're old enough that you have a hard dossier now, I don't have to go onto the network to pull it up... Oh!" Her eyes lit up again. "Miss Yeo will you please read your official height according to your last high school physical eleven months ago?" Allie saw the number and she felt her heart skip a beat. "165 centimeters." She muttered. "Miss Jennings what is the difference?" Theo questioned Rammy. "I guess I'll lay off it..." Rammy relented.

Welcome, strangers over the Internet. This is the Sāwol Quietus podcast that is designed to help you all today get better and make the world stronger every day. It's your host, Orphic Dern, the 14-year-old writer. Remember strangers over the Internet? It's never too late to help. Today's date is 2/16/2024. Every day is a new day to make the world a better place. That makes today's topic about introduction and confidence. Have you ever met someone new and you don’t know anything about them, but you still want to introduce yourself without making yourself look like a deer in headlights? This podcast is perfect for you without wasting your time getting straight to the point. So, let’s begin, shall we? To make the perfect introduction, you must fit the setting you are in. You want to make sure your clothing is appropriate for the setting. For example, you are at a party, and the theme is Halloween. You can’t be too basic or too extreme. The best way to fix this problem is to wear clothes you are most comfortable in and that reflects your personality the best. Clothing has the biggest impact on the people you see every day. The color of clothing affects people's emotions. Red is seen as sexy and angry. While green is known as peace and greed, Let’s say that this random stranger is wearing a red shirt, and their expression is brighter than the sun outside. People can assume many things about this person based on the color of their clothing. They can assume that they are prideful. While others think that they are too loud, disturbing the peace of the public outside, Colors like red, orange, and yellow are bright and represent a large amount of energy. While blues, greens, and purples are soothing for relaxation, If you like the color pink, you might be a very excited person ready to have some fun at parties or just want to have fun in general. You want to match with everyone and don’t want to look like a clown. At the party, instead of being that one person that everyone wants to be, they can’t because no one beats the original. Let’s say you are going somewhere. This place has the biggest impact on your life, and you look like a failed lab experiment from 1887 created by a 1-year-old child walking around like a stray animal in the tropical rainforest. Your clothes look like those of a 2nd-grade child in art class. People will say the worst of you, and they always start with your outfit. Society will always adore those who wear expensive jackets like leather, denim, trenches, puffers, etc.; hoodies like sleeveless, cropped, oversized, etc.; shirts like crop tops, V-necks, tank tops, sleeveless, turtlenecks, long sleeves, short sleeves, etc. Pants like jeans, leather pants, shorts, leggings, skinny, etc. Shoes like boots, heels, sneakers, etc. Jewelry like necklaces, rings, earrings, pearls, chains, etc. Society falls in love with those who love to spend money and spoils them hard. But, back on topic on colors of outfits. I got a couple of good color combinations. You got to believe me on this and let the colors do their thing. Jamming with creamy honey peanut butter with a side of dill pickles. What do you think? Oh. Oh! Isn’t that a weird snack combo that I enjoy? Does anyone find eating eggplant with waffles covered in maple syrup wonderful? It’s just me, right? Y-yeah, it’s just me. Permit's pass decreases once more to the difficulty all yet again. Back to where we last left off before I begin rambling about my interesting choice of food. One, two, three. Red talks with the green, sitting on a grassy hill while the sun rises. Red-Orange goes on a date with Blue-Green every day at a fancy restaurant. Orange relaxes with blue on a sunny day at the beach. Yellow Orange goes donating and does community service with Blue Violet. Violet dances with yellow in the forest while the stars above them shine brightly. Red violet parties with yellow-green, with the loud music blasting and spreading positivity about the world. Any color is good with each other if they work together as a team. The designs of the clothing have to give each other compliments. The outfit has to be clean and free of wrinkles. If someone spots a stain on your attire, they will take note of that stain, bark about it, use it as blackmail, or, the most common of them all, talk behind your back to others. There are people out in the wild who are barking at those who don't fit their standards; they pick on those who are not beautiful in their eyes. Society favors those who are beautiful in their eyes. They don’t care if that person's IQ is low. All they care about is those who are willing to obey their demands. Don’t let those mirror-obsessed pick me—pick one, pick two—but pick me instead and bring you down. Never let society bring you down and force you to be someone you are not because they don’t see you as beautiful in their eyes. All bodies are beautiful, and that is not what society understands. Everyone's bodies are beautiful, and no one is perfect. No man or woman is born perfect. No one is raised perfectly. No one lives perfectly. No one is perfect. Everyone has to face the truth about the world. How are we, as a world, expected to adapt and live peacefully? If there are people out there who can’t accept the fact that there are people with different body shapes, hairstyles, hair colors, eye shapes, nose shapes, lip shapes, ear shapes, face shapes, skin colors, beliefs, opinions, personality traits, raison d'être, IQ levels that are low or high, nationality, tone of voice, how they speak, age, etc. They will find a way to hate someone for the smallest things alive. The world will be a better place if all criminals get executed with hard-core proof of why they deserve to be executed. It's giving those whom the criminal did wrong solace that Mumpsimus will never hurt another soul and suffer death. Violence is what causes the world to face our backs to one another. All of us are blinded by red and let anger control us like puppets, controlling our actions and making us think, “If I beat up this person, they will like me. I’ll be respected, and people will love me.”. No, just no. Respect is earned because of hard work, not because of your status. Everybody is a human being. Why are we fighting against our kind? What will it take for you people if you guys can’t live with each other? All of you are blinded by red, anger, orange, superficiality, yellow, betrayal, greed, envy, blue, sadness, purple, pomposity, and pink, nativity. I, Orphic Dern, will speak the truth and learn the truth of the world, no matter how badly it hurts me. I can’t accept something that’s not true. My raison d'être is to make the world a paradise for those who want to change.