The Places Unknown

It’s dark inside The Places Unknown
There are sharp emerald rocks that melt into daggered snow

Legend has it that if you make your home out of its All-Knowing Sand
You’ll be reborn with feathers for hands

So I ventured under and tried to build myself a shelter, but I bent and suffered from the pressure alone

Until one morning, a deep fog heated my body, and I rose to the surface

And despite the ice that now slithered around my feet, my body began to beat as if it were the first time blood had rushed through me.

Then instinct took over, and I began to fly

I could hear every tree telling its story, like the one about Sun-beans, golden bark, and armoured leaves

So I asked them… Can I stay here forever? Live in the Sunrise and sing for the Plum Mountains?

But they told me that my future’s name is Unkept Promise

Thus, I’ll descend to find my soul inside the Places Unknown