But it isn't. They can see all the other lighthouses out there, and they want to talk to them. But they can't, because they're all too far apart to hear what the others are saying. All they can do… is shine their lights from afar. … So that's what they do. They shine their lights at the other lighthouses, and at me.

Just another day in the Transformice arena, and just another crazy shaman.

The white fox was a freak of the forest, something that should have never been born. It did not belong anywhere within the forest. It had always searched for another life. SHE had always searched for another life, and she found it in another's dying gift. (ONESHOT)

Short poem I wrote. I have no idea what I was thinking, but might as well publish it. If you have the time, please review this and my main story too! Thank you! ;D