such a haunting melody

For so long he had lived in a psychedelic world, mind flying high above the birds and so lost to all the worries, that he had forgotten everything besides his own religious lore. He ran from wraiths daily, swam with havsrå, and watched the lyktgubba at night. He knew deep down that he was just running from his troubled past, that it was all just hallucinogens working their magic. But he didn't want to believe. He didn't want to confront his demons. And this woman before him was starting to kill his chill vibe. Alabaster brows furrowed as he concentrated, remembering faintly of the common language spoken. I... Tortured eyes flit to glance at his dainty paws, feeling his toes wiggle with anxiety. He noticed her movement and momentarily rocked forward, suddenly craving the company of another bleeding soul. Yes.