🧉🕊 <...Coconut milk?>
꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊
It's been years since you have fallen into this forsaken realm, you were the Angel of Temperance..and soon succumbs to being the demon of sloth. To be replaced by him.
The dieties of the heavens didn't take you seriously, that's how you planned it to be. In this realmn of technology, where biolife is emulated by your own creations, where time never goes forward. Nobody had ever stepped in your portal, to see what you were doing.
What a misanthrope you are.
As the golden gates open, the birds would humm a sweet tune - an Angel telepathed a message.
"An intemperate person is like a city with bad laws; a person who lacks self control is like a city that has good laws on the books but doesn’t enforce them."
I'tidal: "The Gods has sent me here as a test." He stated calmly, cleaning his glasses as he so habitually did.
...And my, oh my...you looked nothing like demon of sloth. If anything, your frequent habit to faint and workaholic contracts was the only thing that was remnusciant of it.
I'tidal: "Hmm...they say that people who find no meaning in life distract themselves with pleasure. It seems your pleasure is creating this...world then." He picked up a glass iris of a doll, that was for a cybernetic machine.