Time passes through the forest of yesteryear and dissent. The snow of remorse has fate written all over the good of things to embrace as the sun parts ways with the children's glee.
A camp counselor wonders. A stoner rocker longs. And everyone waits. In time, no one will remember.
Episode 02: The Counselor's Dance of a Title's Distress Part 2
I knew I was forgetting something