REMI
the alchemist
I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide
To my myself I must confide
Remi's world goes from pebble blue, to starless black, to red.
And red, and red, and red.
We might say something here about the purifying nature of fire and how it cleanses. About forests burned down only to come back stronger and more full of life. Something about phoenixes and folklore, but that would be to put far too a romantic twist on what ultimately is just a stupid tragedy. It would also be to suggest that this is something the Lullaby might learn from, but those with a good memory will very much doubt this. This isn't the first time—nor even the second—that Ludo has hollowed out and shorn away that which has blackened the alchemist's soul.
It is the first time, though, that it has hurt, and there will be few places within the Greatwood that are spared the sounds of the Lullaby's screams.
~FIN
And red, and red, and red.
We might say something here about the purifying nature of fire and how it cleanses. About forests burned down only to come back stronger and more full of life. Something about phoenixes and folklore, but that would be to put far too a romantic twist on what ultimately is just a stupid tragedy. It would also be to suggest that this is something the Lullaby might learn from, but those with a good memory will very much doubt this. This isn't the first time—nor even the second—that Ludo has hollowed out and shorn away that which has blackened the alchemist's soul.
It is the first time, though, that it has hurt, and there will be few places within the Greatwood that are spared the sounds of the Lullaby's screams.
~FIN
That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown
when your heart is overthrown
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.
