~~An adventure in melancholia...
Welcome to the songhouse. There's a little space of time to breathe in before you are whipped away by knitting needles into your own small niche of forever. There's only one thing left to be done:
Find a way out.
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What are we doing here? We're riding the storm out to the sea. Two grey horses, and the third one's mine. Don't we want so very much to be beautiful, in form of expression, if not in form and feature? We take to the hills of Pretensia for this purpose, and Melancholia is long forgotten. We want to be storytellers, poets, artists; sculptor and clay in one. It doesn't matter much what we want, so long as we want it. We are gone, long gone.
Good-night, we say, and wake up.