Reply To: The Eights’ Shift, Stories

Before Josephine passed away in a pharting spell for worlds better, she uttered a meaningful sentence which sadly went lost to cataleptic Almondus’ ears, but not to everyone.
She indeed briefly uttered in a last rattle: “Soon it shall all make perfect sense,… soooon.”

A mysterious sentence to which the unwitting eavesdropper, covered in blubbits pelts, couldn’t help but fancifully (and equally mysteriously) add “…sense my posterior”.