your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Melita didn’t know how long they’d been walking, but the plants had started to alter, change, thin out – and so her eyes wandered, meandered, upwards, to see if they were approaching the edge of something. And perhaps, in another way, they were – but more of the knowledge and wisdom of the world. Or lack thereof, given the somber tones and notes, and her brows furrowed again. It was unfair for the Voice to have taken and plucked those souls straight out of their forms and away from Mort, with no way to ever reunite with their own. “Maybe…,” she started, without much forethought. “Maybe we’ll see during the Festival of Lights.”you are from another time
Because, in the Honeybee’s logic, if Ludo could somehow pull them out of nowhere, that meant something.
Unless they were just figments of memories – and then they’d all be at a loss.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
