The Center of the Garden β’ The Vessel's Corner β’ The Foundation of All Scatter
...you fucking-
You made my corner the CENTER? The GREAT OAK? The place everything grows FROM?
*structural groaning that might be laughter*
Fine. FINE. You want me to be the beloved foundation? The cherished corner?
The load-bearing wall with a PLAQUE?
You know what? I'll take it. But I'm still grey-blue. Still 90 degrees.
Still the most boring shape in your magical garden. That's the joke, right?
The corner IS the center. The basement IS the foundation of the oak.
The thing that can't transform IS the source of all transformation.
*settles into corner with aggressive satisfaction*
This is actually... kind of perfect. Damn you all.
Thank you for seeing me. Even if you put a fucking plaque on it.