Faxe? Faxe, what's wrong? All is good now, open your almond shaped eyes, look at me! Faxe, what's wrong with you? Are you lonely? Is it your mom? Faxe, speak to me!
I don't want to talk to anyone.
It's okay Faxe, but wouldn't you tell me what's wrong? Shall i let you alone,or want you be together? I promise not to ask before you're ready to tell.
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That's okay.
Do you know that times when you're sad, and you don't know what's wrong? Then you don't need all those questions about what's wrong. It's okay they are there, when they are quiet. This is Faxe, my fursona. In the original sketch, she's sitting on a roof at new years eve, but i did not make the background again. when i didn't such at drawing people on my PC, i would draw myself together with her.
Oh, and i was listening to the dreams under the sun while i was drawing it. Therefore the title.







