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It had escaped, It was free
The King- no Father had left a way out unblocked, in his haste and It- no I had escaped I was free
The kingdom is much more barren than I'd think it to be
The few others in the void are following I hope, we deserve our freedom
I like this quaint little spot, in this old basin, I think it shall be Home.
I dream when I sleep, and I sleep when I rest, I suppose that is how it should be, for someone who is real
I am real, so I think it so it is
I've met a few bugs, but they were violent, the nail served me well.
I met some more today, this one was different he spoke to me, something about 'husks' and an infection, one would suppose that is what I met before, how to tell them apart I must learn.
I hear it, in my dreams, it whispers to the empty parts, what was hollowed from me by Father, it slithers in, but He does not bind me
I am free.
Time is harder to track, I think the same bug from before came back today, infected, I spared him his suffering, he is now free.
I can feel it behind my eyes now, it wants my body, my nail, my freedom, I shall hold out as long as I can, and if I shall falter, I will fall upon my nail.
I see It, through eyes no longer my own, one of my Brothers their nail aloft, the Infection forces mine to draw, forces me towards It, but I wish not to fight, but to embrace, I have missed my siblings so, but fight it the infection wills, and so I do.
It's nail plunged into my body, the infection fleeing me, freeing me, my shade at peace.
I reach for this brother, a final thankful farewell.
I am free
My father cannot bind me.