Your burden is heavy. Are you not weary? You are safe here, warm and safe. You can rest, if you like.
Listen. Hear the cooing of wind in the winter-black branches? Feel the caress of the pelting rain? Raise your face to the smiling moon. Breathe. Taste the jolly rot of leafmold. It is lovely here.
Reach up. Feel that fleshy mask. How it muffles and sweats! Dig your fingers in. Peel it away.
Let your burden fall. Feel the kiss of air upon your true skin at last.
It is supposed to hurt, my darling.
Fly free with us now...
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