#that I so much wanted to escape from by means of another afflicted worldscape

[fractal-patterns]

"Oh, language has become so different! They call our nightcore as sped up tiktok, how infuriating." Language naturally evolves, and older generations naturally lament this. What am I supposed to do? Be upset about it? I have so many worries in my list already, I shall not to add pop-culture in it. I live on a farm, my crops are being monitored by a giant eyeball that could laser it any time. The sky is always daylight albeit the absent sun. Faceless children dance in circles endlessly in the next field. Pop culture is the least of my worries I tell you.