[ME] show me your sweetness

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. Ray eyed her surroundings with a wary eye as she trekked down the beach. The sound of her feet scuffing the sand louder then it should have been. The world was too silent. Ray's eyes were wide as she followed the souls blinking in and out of existence as they showed her the path. The souls almost seemed to dance in the flames of the torches, beckoning her to them teasingly. Slightly unnerved but oddly soothed by their presence, Ray approached the bonfire, her Ludo doll held gently but firmly in her hand. Choosing an inviting looking log, Ray sat down to wait. r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus