[Written Haphazardly Durning Nightshift 36]
Her eyes are tattooed
Children sing a song to soothe her - lullaby
A man, searching..(?) The old woman kills him before the priestess
Calamity-like reaction. No one left alive.
The tattoos are suffering. Born of suffering. Peel off the tattoos for her crime...
I don't want to see anymore..
So many other priestesses... all on a cave floor, sleeping.
Further and further to the other side. It must sail bearing your tattoos and our offering of tears.
Reika.
Kaname.
Amane.
Handmaidens.
Red ink is of the living, blue ink is of the dead. Mixed... Ink of the Soul.
Blinded women... Engravers..? Table is stained and bloody.
Hurts___ it always hurts...
Unstoppable.
Why did I survive?
Children sing a song to soothe her - lullaby
A man, searching..(?) The old woman kills him before the priestess
Calamity-like reaction. No one left alive.
The tattoos are suffering. Born of suffering. Peel off the tattoos for her crime...
I don't want to see anymore..
So many other priestesses... all on a cave floor, sleeping.
Further and further to the other side. It must sail bearing your tattoos and our offering of tears.
Reika.
Kaname.
Amane.
Handmaidens.
Red ink is of the living, blue ink is of the dead. Mixed... Ink of the Soul.
Blinded women... Engravers..? Table is stained and bloody.
Hurts___ it always hurts...
Unstoppable.
Why did I survive?