The forest is on fire. The trees are decaying and the the plants are withering away. The march can be heard on the stale, cracked dirt. It's a following, a cult without sympathy or compassion for those who aren't with them. And their ideals, their passion, it came from be. I spoke and sparked their interests and they've fanned it into flames. I'll say it again, the forest is on fire.
And they're doing it for me.
Large illustration about the aggressive nature of fandoms towards others with differing opinions and the inability to stop them.
23" x 13"