As a flower that let go of the light of the morning
Seeks out the rain that won't fall,
It falls into a sleep it can't wake from.
A soft voice that softly calls someone.
Is the paradise of darkness
A lie, or a dream?
What I will lose is my body
And my heart that makes me myself.
Once I hold out the compensation
I wonder what I will gain in return?
[Independent original character blog for the game Ib. Images I use are not mine unless stated so.]