wayfarer, find the glass and let it ripple beneath your fingers. watch the ego distort, watch the crystallized despair. there is a stranger trapped in the glass. shatter it and let her refuge inside of you. forget where you end and where she begins. this story was only written for the middle.
let the angel's instrument guide you: take the glass body and wear her armor beneath your flesh, around the cave of arrows. it is already bleeding from the walls. the bones are already breaking.
let her inside. let her pick up the arrows and clean the walls. let her take all of the bones out and rearrange them in ways you've never dared to think of. give her a chance. there is only one.
here it is in the hands when she stills. here it is in the sunken whimpers. here it is, blurring at the crystals.
here it is. don't drop it.
give it to her, enemy of artemis, and you will be forgiven.
take the dagger and carve out the cave. bloodied and crumbled, bleeding and crumbling. carve out the cave and give it to her. she knows what home is supposed to look like. let her show you.
pick an arrow and she will give you the bow. it will only land where it is supposed to.
