While walking through the front doors to our future in our castle, a presence stalking gave a fever to my bones to dismantle, we have our dreams coming true but in the shape of blue, ignoring the past to prevent the future I'm in the present ignoring the coming relapse, danger to ghosts consuming all of us was ever so immanent.

Plans were in place while invisible traps encased every moment forward to go backwards, the children ran forever back and forth as smiles hurt while tears of joy streamed to cure the disease, everything was perfect, we were pleased, nothing was in conflict, but she was uneased, this was hidden by reset to conceal under the guise of affection, she was only getting more precipitant.

Starting the reshape of our castle in our own image we played God, we had the power to contribute...