Stop stop stop stop make it stop.
I hear you fighting again and it tears me apart.
Rip by tiny little rip.
Too bad I like you all too much. Too bad, too bad.
Crow's lament: too bad.
Can't you hear them gathering?
Don't you know that's why they wear black?
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I'm awake.
I'm alive.
I think I was always like this, but somehow it feels reassuring to say it.
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Nice morning. Golden and shining. The pond is blue, like a jewel.
I am warm, I am happy.
The wind (breath of the Gods?) is cool, not chilling. Cool.
I smell it and head towards somebody.
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Somebody lonely.
Walter? Gladys.
She's lonely, so lonely. All alone.
I like her.
I don't want her to be lonely anymore.
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She's running, she's scared. I don't like the ones who scare her.
Why would you scare her?
I don't want her to be scared.
But I play along. I run with them for a little while.
Then I stop and walk away.
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Run away.
Don't know why I'm running, but I have to run. I don't want to be near them.
Run run run.
I was near them earlier but now I can't be. I slept by them. I was happy.
Now I'm not.
Run run run.
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Her. She's a dragon, Illrose.
They don't like her, the ones I'm with.
I don't understand, but I play along.
Play along.
Can't play along for too long. Too confused.
Run run run.
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Tip-tap. Tip-tap.
He's there. The white stag.
I feel safe around him.
He makes me feel happy.
Curl up into his white fur and sleep for hours.
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Water feels good when it runs through fur or over skin. It's cool. Under the water, it's quiet. You can look up and see the world running by, ignoring you under the mirror.
The cold blue mirror that accepts you as you are without doubt.
That water that springs from the tears of the idol, crying, crying.
I wonder why she cries.
Is it because they're fighting?