Shiny Phantump
Through Dream, I Travel
Celeste’s heart rate picked up. Without a disaster sense, how was he ever supposed to feel safe? What if something was going to happen to him? He could never rest easy knowing something could be about to happen, and he was just oblivious. How was he supposed to let his guard down knowing it wasn’t there to alert him?
“Please... tell me you’re just being hypothetical, right? Someone, punch me. I want to test it.”
“Please... tell me you’re just being hypothetical, right? Someone, punch me. I want to test it.”

