i'm a boat in the ocean, & my sails are broken
Somethings can be mixed and then separated again. Some, like whiskey into syrup, cannot. Day and night might be like that. Like the whiskey. They've blurred together, such that the stars have now taken the place of the breeze and the ocean holds the face of the sun at all hours of the day. Remi thinks about that often actually, the ocean boiling the waves until the atmosphere becomes heavy with condensation and the sky falls down around him.
But he reinforced the roof against the monsoons. It will probably hold up the sky as well.
If the sun is in the ocean, then that only leaves one place for the moon to be: in the volcano. Though he can't quite remember why, Remi vividly had been reciting the word moon over and over in his mind. Wrapped up with sweet connotations as well as his mind's insistence that to burn in fire would be the most rapturous end, the Lullaby has set off towards the volcanic rise of ash and rock.
But he reinforced the roof against the monsoons. It will probably hold up the sky as well.
If the sun is in the ocean, then that only leaves one place for the moon to be: in the volcano. Though he can't quite remember why, Remi vividly had been reciting the word moon over and over in his mind. Wrapped up with sweet connotations as well as his mind's insistence that to burn in fire would be the most rapturous end, the Lullaby has set off towards the volcanic rise of ash and rock.
THE LULLABY
give me an oar 'cause you're the shore that I've been trying to reach
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
