The Garden Wall was built so tall, hidden away from all who were evil, greedy, blood-lustful, and blinded by fear.
There stood the two guards, light and dark, sweet yet sour, and always got along with each other's presences. Sadly, one died from an unknown predator. Now it's one left standing in front of
The Garden Wall.
Two friends meet each other near the wall and made a promise to each other to never let anything tear them apart, like scissors cutting into paper, or like a knife butchering meat full of blood, nothing would keep them apart.
Nothing at all.
Three were there, then blood in place of the third, and then there was one, one who was staring deeply at the wall, full of hatred and hunger.
The Garden Wall.
That Garden Wall.
It had the freedom they wanted most. It had the freedoms they all wanted most. It would be a having a Fanciful Feast for all.
For all who deserved the feast of the hour.
The feast isn't finished for them, and the souls aren't put to rest, no, not yet. Not yet for them to sleep. Nothing would finish it, nothing at all. Not even the bloody, metallic smells of the vines from
The Garden Wall.
"Hello?"
