A midst the cold and quite darkness of the night, the Doll slumbers.
The Seer watches, wide-eyed and ready, he offers a silent guard.
Take her away, the Caged man says.
He was sitting in the corner of the dark room, eyes glowing from seething hate, hands clasped around cold and adamant chains.
Take her away, free her.
It was a cross between a command and a request.
A shimmer reflects from the pool of tears on the Doll’s eyes.
With silent tears she roams the plains of misery, across the valleys of old, over and under the bridges of hate she soars valiantly.
Oblivious to the world and its pathetic claws, she sleeps peacefully.
The Seer shakes off the taunting mirage and lays next to his beloved.
Everything will be alright, love. You are safe now, here, with me.