How does a friendship die?

Does it wilt like a flower with no water?

Will it litter a field with dead bodies from a slaughter?

Does it stain a land in red?

or feast like a maggot in the dead?

Maybe it ignites a change in the way we see?

Or is it the way it's supposed to be?

*This will be a primarily be a slice of life historical story.

SUPER PRESTIGIOUS MEGA CLUB I AM APART OF!

The Order of Phantasmal Architects