There are red spots under your eyes
Ocean waters rising above your neck
After escaping through the Spire portal, Sam found himself wandering lost, in a panic. He could feel his face wasn't right, that his nose felt too far to the side and his jaw locked in an odd position where his teeth didn't quite fit together. All he knew as he reached The Hollowed Grounds again was that he needed to find The Voice.
In his addled mind he began to run towards the Labyrinth, remembering there was a shrine there, not caring about the dangers of the place. As his feet thudded into the ground, narrowly missing squirrels squeaking their directions (that he studiously ignored) he ran a way his body remembered even if his mind did not, to the Voice's shrine in the dead end. Maybe it was the high hedges he desired, the protection from the outside world that they promised.
As he reached the shrine he fell to his knees, skidding across stones and grass before coming to a stop just before the altar, hiccuping sobs replacing the sound of breaths. He was not crying for himself, though, not really - his face was distressing enough, but he believed The Voice would help and he couldn't feel the pain; no, he was crying for Remi. For his lost friend, for the pain of knowing he'd lost someone else.
"M-Mother...I need you. I'm sorry, I kn-know it hasn't been long since last time, but..." He shook his head, unable to really give any reason.
In his addled mind he began to run towards the Labyrinth, remembering there was a shrine there, not caring about the dangers of the place. As his feet thudded into the ground, narrowly missing squirrels squeaking their directions (that he studiously ignored) he ran a way his body remembered even if his mind did not, to the Voice's shrine in the dead end. Maybe it was the high hedges he desired, the protection from the outside world that they promised.
As he reached the shrine he fell to his knees, skidding across stones and grass before coming to a stop just before the altar, hiccuping sobs replacing the sound of breaths. He was not crying for himself, though, not really - his face was distressing enough, but he believed The Voice would help and he couldn't feel the pain; no, he was crying for Remi. For his lost friend, for the pain of knowing he'd lost someone else.
"M-Mother...I need you. I'm sorry, I kn-know it hasn't been long since last time, but..." He shook his head, unable to really give any reason.
You feel the glass start to crack
Water's leaking through holes in the bottom
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
