She is there.
Watching always watching with silent eyes hung up on the walls. A voice with no face, the hands behind everything, string.
I close my eyes and listen to the truth sliding behind her words. She cannot speak openly she is broken in some way and only I can save her.
The world is quiet here.
The world screams, birth pains it is joy and hope and sorrow and blood and lines and corners and shapes and angles and quiet
there are liars
around every corner
I take this sacred wand my excalibur and I tear holes in time and space, places for me to slide out, newborn.
and I cut
and I bleed
holes of light.
I am given a companion. If his sacrifice is necessary for the completion of the quest so be it. I will mourn for him after I have reached the TRUTH cake, the one she has promised me.
He speaks to me, and I oblige him I obey her.
I wonder if I'm losing my mind?