these mountains you carry

"It was a long time ago," Ludo agrees. "I wasn't my best self behind the barrier." It would apologise, for the times it tried to trick Remi into death, or scare him to the point of trauma, but that would imply that it is sorry. It is not. With hands clasped, they proceed into the strange, colour splotched forest. Figures move within it, distant and blurry, and the sense of otherness goes beyond mere dreaming. Indeed, with luck Remi's sleeping partner will not wake for the time this takes, for if he does, he will find the Lullaby still, pale, breathless. "The spirit world is a lot like dreams, isn't it?" Ludo says conversationally, smiling up at Remi and finally stepping into a spectral clearing, not unlike the one where its shrine sits in Ludo's Woods. "I have something to tell you." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own