[and so the two young travelers begin their journey to crack Jimmi Simpson's code, to find this so called rhythm.]
julia: wow this jungle mega sucks bro its way to hot for this.
audrie: oh my god I was about to say the same thing no joke
julia: omg fax?
audrie, cutting down thick vines to clear a suitable path: yah our minds bro
[months pass, the two travelers, caked in mud, blood and lack of sleep, trek on. Onwards to find the rhythm.]
julia, reaching a labored arm up to shield their eyes from the suns tyranny: bro. I don't think we're gonna find the rhythm. What if it doesn't even exist??
audrie pointing out to the distance: bro wait, what's that rustling out in the distance??
[suddenly, jimmi simpson himself appears to the two young travelers from behind a tree. He smiles with what seems like the entirety of all the reassurance and kindness in the world. Like nothing else ever mattered. "You dont have to keep looking for the rhythm, dear travelers." He cooed, "you've found it. The rhythm, the rhythm is you."]
fin
BINABASA MO ANG
There you go, get the rhythm.
Mystery / ThrillerThis story is inspired by perpetualonepix's ominous tweet on Twitter, followed up by the video link attached that left everyone in turning heads in confusion. You can find this tweet here: https://twitter.com/perpetualonepix/status/11353352872724602...
