“…your ghost will ask my ghost…”

I must bury a hope, for I have held it too long and it brings only torment. With it deep under stone and earth I must create a new hope and future vision. Survival’s not enough, I must found my path on joy and devotion again, though what I once had is but dust. What dryads, sirens and ghosts approach me will be greeted, their dangers and pleasures seen and anticipated. Let my healing begin.

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