[color=0072bc][b]Sans | Mood: ??? | Tags: Frisk[/b]

i follow her, looking up slightly to see the shiny stones we consider to be "stars." i look at frisk. "if you look up, those stones on the ceiling are what the monsters down here wish on. we call them stars, but they're just blue stones fixated to the dark stone. they're kinda nice, but i'd love to see the actual stars again." i'm still not paying attention to my words, and i'm still unfazed.[/color]