We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
A wind? Would a wind conquer him now too? He snorted – maybe it would, maybe it wouldn’t, maybe in dreams he couldn’t triumph over anything either – but he wanted to move, wanted to continue, wanted to do something other than be mired down into the obsidian, into the devouring cavalcades. The beast ducked his head against the heat, wondered if he’d wandered closer to the sun, where things could burn instead of claw. Still, he refused to stray, remaining stubborn, determined, and bestial, jaw clenched, muscles bound into the meticulous movements, careful and meticulous even in his sleep, intending to continue on the path.
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Deimos continues on the path!
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
