#[WAILING] HEROOOO ON A PLASTIC HORSE; FIGHTING LIKE ITS REAL--

[trainingdummyrabbit]

days since ive cried about that cat: 0

category 6 Hero event. afflicted with images and visions but its literally just what happens in-game but more concentrated so i cant do anything ABOUT IT...

fuck dude what do you even do!!! its rolling grass and warm breezes and a hand grasping onto the sleeve of someone you love. that kind of comfort you can only get as a kid tucked into bed; lights on in another room; familiar voices through the cracked door. cupping fireflies in your hands; excited to run; but more excited to bring them to someone; to show them too.

and in context; in contrast; it turns into the childish plea of an 'i wish;' 'i remember;' 'i wish.' this too; starting with the warm reminiscience of their days of running. you dont have to look. we know. we dont have to look yet. such a simple melody; a stumbling little dance on stage; a child's recital.

and through its outro; finally meeting each other in the eyes.. the slow, staggered cobbling of the vocals, the percussion, as if to painstakingly stand upright once more; pushed on and on with more certainty; more momentum; the force of a wheel that cannot stop. as more and more voices raise, a supporting choir, pushing it forward-- until all that remains is the simple reality of it. one simple voice, the petering out of the instrumental into quiet, a single dragged out note; an ember rising and burning out.

the entire thing still holding itself to the same structure a play would; containing itself in the image of the stories they so loved. much the same, ending their conflict through the same means.