Madness string 100582

Random mermaid
I enjoy salads, and I especially enjoy them as a meal that isn't terribly heavy and instead is light and refreshing when the weather is oppressively hot. And salads are so versatile, almost as much as pizza, just by changing what goes in it and the dressing. I don't get why people think it's weird to like salads. It's fine not to like them, but it's not weird to enjoy them.
In this place, dreams are the only truth. The Dead are not bound by the trappings of the real, of the present, of distinct and discrete; all that is past. Our angel dreamed of great injustice, and so here she found it. And yet only she could see, for the structure itself had crumbled long ago. And you, who have suffered so and come so far, what did you dream of? Salvation? Or revenge?