Flags raised high, spirits low as the sun crumbles. Ingrained.

Fear and masked bandits riding into the night. Miserable fortune. Wolves. Passive.

Never say never.

Live like Hume. Live to exhume. I can see your bones. Rotten tears. I'm glad you were worried. I don't think you understand how much you've made me hate you. Rotten trick you played.

Remember the day you quit dreaming? Your soul does.