[It is not just the bindings nor the lock on the door. The people outside were far more effective at keeping them in then any sort of binding. They were a being of immense power but held fast under the water of desire and love.
Yet...yet still there is a voice on the winds. Quiet and the musician may mistake it for the creak of wood. But it's loud enough for him because he has heard it before.
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[It is not just the bindings nor the lock on the door. The people outside were far more effective at keeping them in then any sort of binding. They were a being of immense power but held fast under the water of desire and love.
Yet...yet still there is a voice on the winds. Quiet and the musician may mistake it for the creak of wood. But it's loud enough for him because he has heard it before.
"Let me go...let me go..."]