# Danse Macabre
^a00e7c
>[!cite|no-title]
>_<center><div class="info"> [[Mei]] ✦ Entry 6 ✦ 02/03/4361</div></center>_
>**<center>[[Session 22]] - Spirits Unheard</center>**
>[!grid|col-3]
>>[!noted|blank]
>
>>[!cite|no-title]
>>##### [[Danse Macabre#^2f131e|Jump to Transcript ☟]]
>[!journal|mei]
><div class="mei"><center>Hirotashi the 2nd, Towerday</center>
>
>Dear Diary,
>
>We went further down into this weird concrete box. Just tunnels, and boxes, and water, and kuo-toa. There was a lot of mucus and robots, and some moss, too.
>
>It smells. It smells awful. My socks are wet, and it's cold, and clothes feel heavy and I have a blister on my heel. Stupid monsters in their stupid dungeons. Stupid magic, stupid moss and stupid ghosts. Stupid orks and their stupid krakens. Stupid ship, stupid wedding and stupid school. Élysee is a stage play and I'm the <u>only one</u> who doesn't know my lines.
>
>I hate my stupid body, I hate my stupid head, I hate everything. I've never been lonelier than when I am without him. It hurts my head to think about him, it hurts my body and my bones. Memory after memory and none of them are familiar. They seem real, but something is wrong. Something is always wrong.
>
>Every morning, when I step out and you're gone, I find a little piece of sadness in me. I carry it in my chest..Every step I take, it grows. By the time I reach someone else it has filled me entirely.
>
>I want my dad.</div>
---
>[!cite|transcript]- Transcript
>Hirotashi the 2nd, Towerday
>
>Dear Diary,
>
>We went further down into this weird concrete box. Just tunnels, and boxes, and water, and kuo-toa. There was a lot of mucus and robots, and some moss, too.
>
>It smells. It smells awful. My socks are wet, and it's cold, and clothes feel heavy and I have a blister on my heel. Stupid monsters in their stupid dungeons. Stupid magic, stupid moss and stupid ghosts. Stupid orks and their stupid krakens. Stupid ship, stupid wedding and stupid school. Élysee is a stage play and I'm the <u>only one</u> who doesn't know my lines.
>
>I hate my stupid body, I hate my stupid head, I hate everything. I've never been lonelier than when I am without him. It hurts my head to think about him, it hurts my body and my bones. Memory after memory and none of them are familiar. They seem real, but something is wrong. Something is always wrong.
>
>Every morning, when I step out and you're gone, I find a little piece of sadness in me. I carry it in my chest..Every step I take, it grows. By the time I reach someone else it has filled me entirely.
>
>I want my dad.
^89150e
>[!grid|col-3]
>>[!noted|blank]
>
>>[!cite|no-title]
>>##### [[Danse Macabre#^a00e7c|Back to Top ☝︎]]
>
>>[!noted|blank]