>>6181213You are no longer Fiona Jarnafeldt. Your soul has been stained by the blood of the innocent and not even in the cold waters of Tuonela can these hands be washed.
You were <span class="mu-i">lied</span> to. The promise of the future that was sold to you was not something they could provide.
It is your rage, frustration, and regret that brings you back here.
To the underworld.
This dream is recurring, and you should know how to be lucid by now. But the birds are smart. They know how to conquer your rationality, by teasing your most sensitive emotions, eking out your most primal fears, evicting you from even godhood within your own mind.
For all things in this place die the same cold and lonely death.
