you're re-traumatizing me but fine

i found this [...] kid, one of the gatekeepers? or something. he was real fucked up and started telling us he was all that was left, like something happened to the rest of em

[...] he was talking about the metaphors in that poem, said the keys are just whatever people gave to him. the wood's a journal the ice is candy.

his blood was all over the place, cuz of those fucking vines