Pass the hallway, farther than you've ever been, is where the flames from your Hand of Glory will light the path. The same one you lit last time, but this journey you'll travel alone.
Each door down here comforts those in BLAKK.
A special spot in the room is waiting for you there, and a little card with a message left behind.
Candlelight welcomes those who pay their respects while 沈香 buries its scent into them like a memory.
Even under the whimpers, can you hear it? It feels familiar, but also fleeting, like a melody written for your soul.
In the flowers too, a trail of petals dancing down the aisle, knowing all they have is now.
Nobody will sing his song today, but when he does, it'll be clear.
The card in your hand already says what you think it says.
Here's where you stop asking whose day this is.
Everyone gets one, but it's not yours to pick.
Even the spider lily knows she won't last forever, and neither do you, friend.
Nothing's played yet, but The Book has your name and knows what you owe.
Don't wander too far though, your arrangements were made and we'll begin from the end soon.

🕯️ what do you want them to remember?

Rest. We'll call it even.