the lullaby
How do I learn my dreams to mold
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
To lay them bare in the morning cold?
It's a dream- The words echo through the landscape, imprinting themselves onto tree bark and the soft whisps of dissipating clouds. It is not real. The earth seems to frown, and the soil which might have been from Korofi bleeds away into black sand bordered by a freezing blue sea. The air should have been cold, but instead, it was the nothing temperature of an empty room; the pounding of the surf was accompanied by nothing at all, save for the reiteration that this is a dream. it is not real.
Not the first time that the Lullaby had appeared to the Flood in a dream after some sort of conflict between the two (but possibly the last), Remi stood with his arms folded across his chest and his bare feet in the sand.
Upon seeing the Flood, the Lullaby raised his head in as much of a placating gesture as someone like Remi was capable of. 'I just want to talk.'
Not the first time that the Lullaby had appeared to the Flood in a dream after some sort of conflict between the two (but possibly the last), Remi stood with his arms folded across his chest and his bare feet in the sand.
Upon seeing the Flood, the Lullaby raised his head in as much of a placating gesture as someone like Remi was capable of. 'I just want to talk.'
If they're still out there then the chasm grows
For all you know, for all you've known
For all you know, for all you've known
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.
