Crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling crumbling

Mental states warp and crack around the edges, letting the bleak whispering of old gods and the dead slip through. You wonder so far your wander away from the baseline. Vomits collects in the mouth and soft hands press to cheeks, brush through hair, guide bodies to cremation. Fever burns under the skin.

it's okay a voice, not his own, seems to whisper in his mind

come to me is said saccharine like cyanide

Chu-e startles awake, picnic knocked over and him curled on the blanket, head in Prince's lap.

The moon is high and he wonders how long he's been out.