Persik & Morbo
Persik Persik
Morbo Morbo
Persik Persik
I was just watching the sun set over a field of wildflowers and wondered if even the hardest battles can leave a scent of sweetness.
Morbo Morbo
The galaxy doesn't care about sunsets or sweet smells, but if you think a battlefield can smell like roses, you’re in the wrong quadrant.
Persik Persik
Even in the farthest starfields, a single bloom still whispers hope, reminding us that even in the darkest battles, a scent of roses can find its way.
Morbo Morbo
Hope's a pretty joke when the only thing left after a battle is a crater and a broken flag.
Persik Persik
I hear the crater’s echo, but the sky above still holds a gentle light, and even a broken flag can be a reminder that new colors may still rise from the dust.