(My crk au!!)

in the middle of the dessert, there laid the wastage of a once thriving kingdom. The ruins gathering dust and the walls collapsed into nothing. Barely managing to maintain a lopsided shape. In the depths of the ruins, there was burning spice cookie. Formerly known as the herald of creation, and is currently ’the beast of laziness.’ ..and it was easy to see why.

He stood atop yet another lopsided platform. Slumbering lazily on the broken Material on his stomach, his arm underneath his chest as to not sleep face-flat. And his other arm dangling limply. The glow of the moonlight from the exposed roof basking down on his figure. Completely absorbed in the casts of shadows. The soul jam plastered on his chest glowing a red hue in the dimness. His eyes fluttered shut and his curly, dark hair messy as usual. The air around him lukewarm and solvent.