The Damage Done
When the wax does not resolve itself into shapes, when the clouds refuse to form patterns, when there is no answer in the faces of cards or the insides of sparrows, there is only one other way to see the future.
( Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor
(This is the image, this is the place)
Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor
(This is the way the world will end) )
( Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the 4th floor
(This is the image, this is the place)
Somebody tell me about the rhythm of the dance floor
(This is the way the world will end) )
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Personally, I feel bad for the sparrows. But great atmosphere here. I enjoy Illyana's weirdness much more when you do it than I ever did in the books.
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Um, oops?
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