[Through the Valley] True Believers

When the world had lacked in the sacred fantastic, She inspired them to run wild to any place they could reach, and granted a key to all of the places they couldn't.

The black ink on a photograph, the world dissolving to smoke and liquid as it was pulled towards The Gate. The ephemeral objects were disintegrating in slow motion, towards a circling drain large enough to fit a single person. But this one was different, the void spilling forth to fight against the current as the tortured dead flickered to the Twilight. Glamour threaded through Agrippa, wisping themselves through the sealed plane like so much of the surrounding world.

The leap continued, sailing through open air as the whistling thundered to deafening. But they weren't solid, were they...? The mirror emerged from their chosen jacket of powdered pink—the only colour in this wretched space, and a mark of personal assertion as the payment for passage was searched and torn within.

The source of Dream and everything Fae was a warming flame, alleviating the cold than ran deeper than mortal can fathom.

The gift was accepted, and a mercy bestowed as the soul was left to fall.

A Promise is fulfilled.

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Don't know the melodies

But all the void behind my teeth