Mr Statue

Hand in hand, Mr Statue admired the heavenly archangel infront of him. As wedding bells sang and the seal of marriage bounded them, Mr Statue could never been happier. The love of his life now forever by his side, his offical husband.

Mr Statue was proud of what he has done. All he could feel was pure pride. After visiting The End and the wedding, he will finally invite people in need of peace. They will be freed and protected from the horrible realities they live in. Those memories, will finally be erased from their withering souls.

Mr Statue basked in pride as he gazed upon his newly built castle. He couldn't wait to finally invite others to his kingdom. However, he needed to be patient. As he sat at the edge of the fountain admiring the stars, he wondered what the future would look like for Cairnstone.

He saw the horrible parasites on each person, eating away at their life. Those memories they harbor, drowning them in despair. He wanted to save them, give everyone eternal serenity. As his stone feet dug into the purple grass, and gazed up at the looming mushrooms ahead. This was the perfect place achieve that goal. Carinstone was founded.

As the sunset's smile kissed his stone figure, Mr Statue reflected on his memories. He thought about the hardships he faced, along with his friend's horrible tales of how they came to be. Those memories latched onto them like parasites. only be poisoned by peace that time blesses. Momentary. He wishes he could somehow eliminate this parasite that clouds their minds, rip it off their already fragile being and give them eternal serenity. He soon believed that he could, believed that he will, believed that he will achive this. Somehow.

He awoke next to a abandoned village not too far away. As he ventured through the rotting houses containing lost memories, he found no one there. Not a single person. The lonely statue decided to build a place to stay nearby, hoping that some day, someone will find him.

Mr Statue The Stone Being takes their place in the story. He sat in an ancient ruin as time moved over his stone figure, along with gentle vines that slowly bound him in place. Mr Statue awoke, in time, but the ivy held. His body refused to answer him, yet something in it was alive. Until one morning he pulled himself free. The vines tore as he rose. He was sentient, conscious, present, and alone. All alone.