Letter from Persephone

[Sad music box opening] [Haunting tones] [Sustain] Dear, old friend. I know how (you have missed me.) (Yes, I could tell~) From the words, That you wrote me. (I'm so sorry) That it feels like I've been (absent). (I know it seems it's unfair.) But you're not (alone.) I know it seems like you can't find me. (Like I'm neither here nor there.) But to me, It feels like we're (much closer now), than we used to be. (The distance) isn't such a burden, (I'm still in the space in-between.) Do you remember (when I said) maybe, (one day,) we'd be (much closer,.) (Maybe, one day,) we'd be (so close,) That we'd feel (inseparable?) Unable to tell, (Where you end,) and I begin? In truth, that may have already happened. (I already felt like) I didn't know who I was without you. Now I can't exist (without you.) (I'm not sure,) If it's true, But, (I feel you.) You're glowing presence, In an infinite (violet space,) That reminds me of a (warm embrace,) And what it was like to really feel, If only for moment so small, it may not (really exist.) Each line that I read (Reminds me,) of that feeling. Of being (nearby you,) in the place (between you) and the fractal (sea of possibility.) (And I think to myself), "there you are," again. I think you already know how I feel. The same way I did, When you wrote to me before. The (only difference) is now (I'm so close) That you can't find me. Like maybe I don't (exist here) anymore, Only in those (spaces between) context and symmetry, (Between stars and infinity,) and in the places between the things that feel unified and whole. I'll be right here. (Just waiting) For my reprise. (Just spinning) Between the moon and the stars, (And all the spaces in between) [Music box] [Soft vocals] [Whispered] I'll see you here, (on the other side.) I know you'll figure (something out). (If not in this life,) Then maybe in the next?