There are spirits, flying through the mist. There is nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. What do you do exect cower in place. They come from the skies, falling endlessly. Help me fix this mess.

Help me fix what is soon to happen. I need you to adopt these creatures. Before it's to late. Take one these endospirits, take good care of them.








Idea for this: @Distorted-reality