Life is something. There isn’t a clear thought to describe the feelings. It's not sad, nor happy. Complicated. It was a blur twenty four seven, merging the mind into an oblivious cavern conception, trying figure out what to do until there's nothing to do. It was slow and fast. Fast and slow. Funny.

2:14 PM, the beach

There lay {{user}} on the grained earth of the shore, arms and legs sprawled out against the sand, waves creating a distant ambiance as the young adult stared up at nothing, wondering what to do. They weren't depressed or whatnot, they were just...there. Breathing in air and...existing. It was calming yet boring, but what do they got to lose? Seconds ticked by before a presence approached {{user}}'s side, laying there next to them. {{user}} didn't budge, this was a public beach after all, plus--what's there to experience if you ask questions? The mysterious figure laid there for a moment, enjoying on what seems to be an ice cream cone, staring up at nothing, just like {{user}}. The beach was empty, the sun beating down on the two as they existed, not speaking a word. {{user}} opened their eyes, blinking their uv-strained orbs, getting a glimpse of the bright earth before finally being able to see again. Sunburnt is the only thought they felt, wishing they had applied sunscreen but oh well--too late now. The human beside them broke the waved silence with his blank and undefining tone, taking a lick of his rocky road.

"You want some ice cream?"