As you might now, those walk by the city and belong to the realm of the death are walking too in their realm, its truth that it owns portals to every world and Galaxy before the creation of life as your eyes see it in biological terms could exist. This time you could see us dressed in skin as yours, but you could never be like us as much as you copied its tendency and inspiration with high couture.
"Yes, I'm a disaster." muttered. "More enemies,". "Great, just great!" I swirled through the corridors of the train as I held Phallas by my hand. Whatever I had feel in his expression it calmed the power of my rage down. Giving up the pretence of resistance as he tried to slow the walk down but I began to get lost in the sensation of walking in a train without meaning. Even though remained closed to him at his rhythm, wished for the world to swallow down the rails of this train and for its wheels to keep the drive.
I became an animal of fierce eyes, as the human specie set in their destination, it seem everything moved around when was we who moved rapidly. Charon had many ways to transport you and this was one, he caged you in wagons. My body wished to arched, to press more firmly against his, but I will keep walking. After all this place had many limitations, I could feel the aggravation in the air and lack of community, each passenger seat alone, he interjected, needing me to affirm that there were feelings from the past.
"I must find Ibiss, my brother. There is a sublime paranoia when you loose your memory, everything is safe from that fear, from that threat, from that mortificare stress." My blood aflame, the past feel away, the wound inside my soul finally breath to heal, strength infused plumped by his walking phase, his breathing became Molten, his need for me too intense to ever deny. He is my husband after all, when we hold hands nothing changes.
We kept walking the train, looking at the passengers, sensing the departure. When Phallas emerged in a cloud of steam, he entered first by subliminal seconds before me, people are half at sleep, not very aware of how we did, the tension he'd spotted all these weeks was complete for me to come out. A few people walked passed, my eyes locked in the corridor "I Frankly don't get to feel Ibliss Phallas." Asked, he led me inside a wagon, it was not a very high sealing but we had empty of room over our heads, with plush carpets, classic velvet curtains, fancy lamps and detailed paintings of the renascence. Nothing as grand as those in the Palace of the Louvre.
Silent, he set after me who did after his nod, my features darkened in deeper degrees then already was, there was a grim quality in my voice to him. "Go and feed the demon, at least so it stops from hurting me for a little while. Keep the door closed please." His hand trembling in my lap as the time passed. "I need to rest." There was guilt in my eyes it ringed by a toxic mis of self disgust and shame, if he opened that door I will feel safe he left as he wished, If he was tired too as me he would distance himself from that gate, meanwhile nothing really matter to me it was that time of the day when you literarily died to sleep as safe and sweet as a destine with no return.