What the fuck is that?
Its like a ball of black dead vines, but it wriggling and making a noise that hurts my ears.
It whispered secrets to me as I crept ever closer, it sounded as the orphans did. Laughter, screams and cries of pain and sadness. It sounds as my mother did, yelling over a book. It sounds as the people? No, creatures following me. Sadness, anger, and pity.
Vae Victis.
Pity me not.
Just please stop.
I only hear mother and her anger.
Her anger at me finding my fathers books.
Then her hatred as she left me to the crow.
The crow of white and black.
C'est la vie I do suppose.
you and your stupid fucking frenchh
oh shut your trap