╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ 🌽 THE PROVISION LEDGER 🌽 ║ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 6.5 ║ THE FALL OF ELLSBORG ╚════════════════════════════════════╝ LEDGER ENTRY 1: Continuation Is Not Justice ──────────────────────── 🌾 WITNESS: The Golden Farmer 🌽 PROVISION STATUS: Not provision. Grief given direction. 🌾 ACCOUNT: I saw the Giants press against Owl’s Walk. I saw Mother hold the city. I saw Happy Dragon taken. I saw Harley gather what remained and build Happy garDon from the wreckage. That was continuation, not substitution. It honored the house. It did not answer the thing that destroyed it. Then I saw the dream. Happy Dragon spoke only the law he died holding. Arthur secretly placed the target-name where Harley could hear it: Ellsborg. He did not command her; he aimed her. As for the fortune cookie, I did not see the hand that placed it. I only saw it appear where it should not have been, beside a woman awake at 12:34, holding a sentence sharp enough to change grief into motion. This is not provision. This is revenge. Golden Farm would not call that care, but Owl’s Walk has never been Golden Farm. —The Golden Farmer ──────────────────────── 🌽 LEDGER MARK 🌽 Continuation may honor what was lost. It does not answer what destroyed it. ============================================= [Intro: music box] Hostess Harley here… your narrator tonight Pam lays beside me, night is soft and long. Then a voice slips through the dark, a voice I thought was gone. “No Substitutions May Be Made…” [musical interlude: choirs swell, choirs sing, dark choir with edm kick] oooohhhh No ooooooh Noooo ooooooh substitutions…..? [Verse 1: tempo hastens, choirs swell] “Is this a dream!?” Old red sign. From past times Old gold door. I saw Happy Dragon stand there once more. There he stood in lantern light, by the store that died that night. — From Giant’s bite! The old store lay in rubble, but I saved what still remained. I raised Happy garDon from the ashes of its name. Happy Dragon growled through smoke and shade, “No substitutions may be made.” [Chorus] Where the fuck am I What the fuck is this I made a store from rubble and dragon piss. It’s not substitution, can’t you see? It’s continuation, made by me. What the fuck is this? [verse 2] “I’m in a dream!” Ash to dust, dust to storm, slumbering sands came for my store. From the sands, castles rose ever higher, schools grew from cathedral spires. [scream] —Fear the Higher Choir!!! aaaaaaahhhhh!!! The holy walls began to roar, then hissed what justice hungered for: “Ellsborg…” Happy Dragon’s eyes turn to flame “No substitutions may be made” [Chorus] Where the fuck am I What the fuck is this I made a store from rubble and dragon piss. It’s not substitution, can’t you see? It’s continuation, made by me. What the fuck is this? [bridge] I’m in free fall! Cathedrals! Appear and Rage fills the air! I hear laughter everywhere! [evil laughter] hahaha- HA-HA! -hahaha- HA-HA! hahaha- HA-HA! -hahaha- HA-HA! The ceiling shakes! The ground erupts! The whole damn church starts waking up! tee-hee ha-ha! tee-hee ha-ha! tee-hee! tee-hee! tee-hee ha-ha! tee-hee ha-ha! tee-hee! tee-hee! Blood on the floor and children scream, while laughter floods everything [music stops: rest, pause] “No substitutions may be made.” [Final Chorus] Where the fuck am I What the fuck is this I made a store from rubble and dragon piss. It’s not substitution, can’t you see? It’s continuation, made by me. What the fuck is this? [outro: music box] I wake by Pam and bite back screams, like, fuck these haunted takeout dreams. I check the time, then look once more— its twelve thirty four A fortune cookie sat in sight. I know damn well it wasn’t there last night. I crack it open like, “Fine, what’s this?” It reads: “Continuation is not justice.” I sit there stewing… then grin… “So… that’s what we’re doing…”
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