Madness string 40033

Random mermaid
I'm a purpose. I'm a narrow path, with walls that blind. I'm a thought and a buried past. I'm what The Gravedigger makes and where he put the past. I'm the idea of a god, a cobbled-together watcher made of scraps of doctrine. I'm Gravy's creation and his maker. I'm an approximation of sanity. And I'm not happy at being removed.

We used to have a marvellous sun, shone like anything, all over the place. Once we had days, nights... With suns and moons and all those little twinkly things. But those days are gone.