Lost in the eternity of it all, we had suddenly been lifted up, down into the alchemists kitchen. A man makes soups in a land where invisible cattles prances and Lost Princes have fasted. Our Eternal orphange, where we have lasted, cursed to will never die, while the world subsides to its own lashes. In this home, for better or for worse, I've spent my time on everything that will have ever mattered. Through blood and silk, the latches have been unfastened, these ancient roads, insearch of gold, lead us into vastness. When all is lost, and the story was told, how else can we but wonder. So wonder through, past the doors, into the lands of Forever After.
