amuse-bouche

the second course: lake norka & the merfolk taak

In which a party establishes itself and dark deals are made.

VII-s. let your waves crash down on me and take me away

VII-z. if we wanna stay here, can we see the waves? they’re spilling over us, filling our insides

VIII. sometimes it feels just like I’m falling in the ocean

IX. tidal waves, they rip right through me, tears from eyes worn cold and sad

X-s. and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

X-h. ’cause I’m in too deep and I’m trying to keep up above in my head instead of going under

XI. nothing can fly with this broken wing, so there’s a gift in this feather

XII-s. they were right when they said we were breathing underwater

XII-h. cheer up, sleepy jean, oh what can it mean to a daydream believer

XIII. sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back, and never looking forward so there’d never be a past

XIV-s. got a sunset in my veins and I need to take a pill to make this town feel okay

XIV-z. the tale of the wicked arena

onto the third course