
Like a hotel at a party, you don't really want to leave at the end of it. Holding on to the end of the world(tm).
A plural system collectively known as Sans. Constituent Parts are:
swozi, HOLLY, *MF, narra + hangers on. 31, Tired, Furry, here because a bunch of friends decided this was where they were crashing for the foreseeable future. Accidentally turned this into our primary location because it made us pretty comfortable, honestly.
(it's pronounced vox, by the way.)
BIG. GREEN. ORBS.
I also like how you alluded to transparency, making them look sweaty somehow
Sweaty fire, hell yeah