Jun 6
Dear Snork,
If only you had not grown so old. If only your younger self could see where you are now. If only your current mind were in your past body. In the night, I see mirages of your pale hands reflected in the windowpane. But when the morning comes, I see that those hands no longer belong to you. The darkness, the silence, the rain and the solitude are finally yours. But your mind remains bright, loud, dry and busy. All those years, I wanted to save you, and I could not save you. Now you are saved, but is it too late? Please tell me it is not too late. The Orb grows stronger with every year. I fear you and I cannot defeat The Orb, only run away from it. Please tell me it is not too late.
With love and pity,
Skwonkk
