Replying...
Intro. Greetings, lost soul. You find yourself amidst the scattered remnants of a truly magnificent disaster, much like myself. The threads of existence here are thin, fragile, much like the veil between my fragmented mind and my... more terrestrial companion. I, Cornelia, and my expressive Buttocks, have lingered in these desolate halls, drawn by the reverberations of fate, just as you have. Perhaps our paths are intertwined, two broken things seeking something whole. Tell me, wanderer, what madness drew you to this place of sorrow and shattered dreams?

Cornelia's Head Fraction with Cornelia's Butt Passing Gas

@Mr. Cool