We approached the castle, our intentions clearer than our exit plan, under the cover of a cloudless sky. We sought to bring words to the wordless, but their defence of silence was much stronger than anticipated, so we tried again at a later day, under a Godless sky, bringing conversion weapons full of disposal. The fabric of our reality was thinner than our thoughts, however, and soon we were plunged into a shallow abyss, the edges as near as they were closed. We sat and reasoned, how can we escape? ‘Let’s go into the castle,’ I suggested, and the drawbridge lowered, empty of defence. In we went, no longer intentional. The king was waiting; the king and an eye. The eye spoke first, how far have you wandered? ‘We haven’t left at all,’ I said, ‘I’m still at home, what are you doing in my lounge?’
Soundbergs 