Disaster

What happens when a little fly flies into a massive storm?

There will be nothing left of it. Just imagine its tiny wings flapping against the strong gust and and blows.

Hey, I'm Credence, for me, the world is weird, including me. And that's never a problem.

I can't fight the mad winds of universe trying to wipe my existence.

But I think it's okay.

Welcome to my disaster.