[Wild Roses] random sentences echoing through head

[taennyn]

speak here, the dead who know that we are dead, who cannot/will not turn back time to live again. We are nothing more than memories and echos, voices in the dark of midnights past. We are the pieces torn from patterns, the holes left in functioning our legacy unwished. We are your sisters, your brothers, your nephews and nieces, your history undone and wars unfinished in our wake. We were your stability, your trappings of empire, and we are here no longer.

What faerytales, for such as we?