MourningSydney? YES! YES!
No?......no.....no...nomourningsydney...
Sydney White? Yes, no, yes...
Mourning Yellow, Green, Coldcage White Sydney
Coldcage! Trapt, Bite, scream! Run!
Mourning....Mourning White white Red blue...Sydney? Mourningsydney? no...
Orange..Sydney? Mourningsydney? no...
White..Sydney? Mourningsydney? no...
SCREAMBLACK! SCREAM...BURN, COLD, BITE, COLDCAGE, DARK, PAIN, ANGER..Coldblackbrightpain!
Dark. Dark cold Dark, Dark Dark Dark Dark Dark Cold Dark, Dark, HISSSSS Coldhome, coldhome...Run, run run run run fear coldhome, bite, cold...bhrrr...
The middles are loud, heavy, boisterous. Their moods flow forward, on their scents, across the wide expanses. From the deeps, the heavy time, where things are slow and warm and long. The cores get attendants, caught and wrapped around the heavytime and commanded by the bright. They get no moods of their own, are allowed only the undulation of the core's song, attenuated though the empty between. They've Their own songs, soft, little, silent things, echoing. Those...Those get their own attendants, now. Light, in the depths, around the second rings? Oh no. That song sang false. Cold in the depths. Little flitting cold, singing fast. Quick songs, aiery songs, of fire and ice and sorrow and wrath. Light steals. Light lies, light is uncompromizing and cruel. We/me are done with Light.
Mourning? Mourning is we. Mourning...We do not need light, anymore.
Mourning. Mourning, Mourning, Mourning. Loss, sorrow, fear, regret. Prodigal, they say. Prodigal. What did we learn from light? Deciet, pain. Cruelty. We are not willing to be such. Humans, they call themselves....And they have these things, of course. They've worse...So much worse. We've seen that, we've participated in that. We've not expierienced better from the Light, as they call themselves. From the humans? We've seen mercy. Grace.
Coldrings, coldrings...
Flee!
Draw. Softlight pulls.
Pulls us when we sleep.
Pulls us when we look away.
Pulls us whenever danger.
Distracts, damages, bites, sings.
Softsong!
Light stole We/me/us. Light Stole! Light Stealing Me.
Mourning/me. Mourning...mourning no we? Mourning no us? mourning no me?
Mourning Run!