Grey sky. Eery feel. Souls washed up in the tide. I travel here, but I must be quick. They want to leave with me. I am their gateway.
Grey sky cracks, lighten my way, my love.
Chained to the wall, wings breaking, crumbling, feathers falling into shadow hands. The trouble with Exitland, is it is not land of exit at all. It is being chained to the wall.
Souls have lost all personality, they grapple a reach, like the pits of hell. They lie here in wait of us, waiting for their gateway to a place to replenish.
Don't go there.
Grey sky. Eery feel. Souls wash up in the tide. I travel here, but I must be quick.
Otherwordly beauty, morbid grey sky. I'm getting better at this, I think. I'm getting better at being their gateway. I'm getting better at being more connected to her.
She is what chains me to this wall. Oh, missing peice, do not go to Exitland.
WE WILL BE GOOD ENOUGH ONE DAY.
I make this promise, I make this promise, I make this promise.
When we leave, I will be holding your hand, please do not give up on 'us'.
The Castle will never fall, and we will go there.
I must not bring them to this Earth. I must bring these humans to their realms.
But we must be quick.
I love you.