❝ᴡɪɢɢʟᴇ ᴡɪɢɢʟᴇ,ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘɪᴄᴋʟᴇ❞
꧁ Anachronism is something (or someone) that is out of place in terms of time or chronology꧂
In which a young adult meets a goofy time traveler and somehow gets him to fall in love.
❝ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀ...
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kat_sukiix made this not me
The Dream SMP was engulfed in an eerie silence, a palpable heaviness that seemed to hang in the air. Philza Minecraft stood still, his heart heavy with grief, as he stared at the empty spot where his dear son WilburSoot used to stand.
Wilbur's absence left a void that seemed impossible to fill. The memories of their adventures and laughter together haunted Philza, each moment a painful reminder of what was lost. Every corner of the server seemed to whisper Wilbur's name, their playful banter resonating in the empty air.
Days turned into weeks, and still, Philza couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of loss. His wings felt heavy, his movements sluggish as he went through the motions. The world seemed devoid of color, a desolate landscape that mimicked the emptiness within his heart.
But amidst the despair, Philza found solace in the memories he carried. He spent countless nights staring up at the starry sky, recounting the tales of their triumphs and failures to the universe. The stars twinkled, as if acknowledging the profound impact Wilbur had on their lives.
One evening, a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, ruffling Philza's feathers. A voice, not quite audible, but resonating deep within his soul, seemed to urge him forward. It was as if Wilbur's spirit, still lingering in the remnants of their shared adventures, was guiding him towards healing.
Philza found himself drawn to Wilbur's grave—a place he had been avoiding, afraid of confronting the reality of his friend's absence. As he stood before the humble tombstone, memories flooded his mind, each one splashing against his consciousness, a tidal wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Tears streamed down Philza's face, his wings folding protectively around him as grief poured out of his soul. He let the pain wash over him like a violent storm, allowing each ache and pang to exist without resistance. For Wilbur, he surrendered himself to the healing power of vulnerability.
In the midst of his tears, Philza realized that grieving wasn't a betrayal of their friendship; it was an affirmation of the love they had shared. The tears were bittersweet, a testament to the profound impact Wilbur had on his life.
Over time, the weight of grief began to ease, and Philza discovered that amidst the pain, fragments of hope started to emerge. Wilbur's spirit, once engulfed in sorrow, had transformed into an ethereal presence—a reminder to cherish the moments, to celebrate life even amidst the darkest hours.
As Philza embraced the bittersweet symphony of memories, he found himself surrounded by the loving support of his fellow SMP members. Each had their unique ways of grieving and healing, but together they weaved a tapestry of resilience and unity, their collective strength a beacon of hope in the face of loss.
Philza knew that Wilbur would want them to continue forging ahead, to create new stories and adventures. And in honoring that desire, Philza understood that grief wasn't an end but a bridge—a bridge that connected them to the love they had shared, and a reminder to keep moving forward, in pursuit of healing and happiness.
With newfound resolve, Philza bowed his head, whispering his final goodbye to Wilbur. As he turned away, he felt a gentle presence, as if Wilbur's spirit was sending him off, guiding him towards the path of healing. Philza took a deep breath, his heart slowly easing the weight of grief, ready to embrace the world with newfound hope and determination.
