#and i have been completely eviscerated thinking about yearning to go back to something thatn ever was

[zannolin]

obsessed with translating the concept of a resident evil save room to a different medium like fanfiction aus or a written form. like in the midst of all this chaos, this horror, this terror, there is a space and it may not be a safe room but it's a save room. the eye of the storm. that moment where the characters can catch their breath. the place where you are not guaranteed to be free from danger but you are at least further from it than before. those moments in stories where you stop and things feel almost normal. the bits of happiness achieved even in the thick of the tragic narrative. i'm not making sense but i'm like flat out crying over it like there's something there. there's something there. even in the worst of the danger there is respite. even in a world gone mad there is peace. even when our sun explodes the light will still go on. you know.