Here we go, the world is spinning
When it stops, it's just beginning
When it stops, it's just beginning
There is a low, steady creaking as Rexanna begins to wind up the rope. There is also a distant sound of splashing as whatever is on the end leaves the water far below. A breeze has picked up, and you can hear a rising tide of ferocious whispering, but for now nothing interrupts your work.
The girl has counted to 42
Sun comes up, we all laugh.
Sun goes down, we all die...
Sun goes down, we all die...
