This is the Wall that Runners, Proxies, and neutrals have claimed as their own on the land of Sanctuary. It is the crumbling brick wall located on the back side of Sanctuary. Jack, and now Lilith, have deliberately turned a blind eye to their 'desecration' of the house, seeing it as a way for the Rabbits to make it feel like home.
The Wailing Wall, or Wall for short, is massive. Prayer notes and messages for loved ones are crammed into the cracks between the bricks, some years old and beginning to wear. Memorials and missing posters adorn much of the wall, overlapping each other many times over. Polaroids, signatures, advice, and art spread from top to bottom. This, this wall is the most sacred of places in all of the Lands. No one dare attack this place, for rumors of what happened to the last few unlucky bastards who attempted it are still floating around.
Even the Fears, including the Convocation, are bound to the sanctity of this location. As such, it is frequently used as a meeting ground, a place for reunions and negotiations to take place.
The question isn't so much of "Will I be safe here?" as it becomes, "Am I ready for what I will find?" as it is guaranteed, someone, somewhere, has reached out for you somewhere on that wall.
Now. Are you ready to face what might be waiting for you?
"Rabbit Masks for sale, 3 total."
ReplyDelete“Join the Red Rabbits, fight for the Queen.”
ReplyDelete"Amelia <3"
ReplyDelete"Pony Strahm!"
ReplyDelete"Let us live in the Light!"
ReplyDelete“Beyond the veil, lie the Jack Rabbits.”
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ReplyDelete"Who cries for the dead?"
ReplyDelete"VEGAMITE DREAMS"
ReplyDelete*Several photos of a group of six people in hoodies, five faces are marked out with a circle and X*
ReplyDelete"Masks are power. Stop being yourself"
"Cry for the dead"
"MUSIC NEVER FADES. RESOLVE."
ReplyDeleteThere's a bit of a scarf next to the note.
"Seventeen Day Moon"
A faded, yellowing wanted poster is pinned near one corner of the wall.
ReplyDelete"Wanted: the Good Doctor. Presumed missing. Last seen: Alaska. No judgement carried, just want answers."
An anonymous comment is written in sharpie above the wanted poster:
ReplyDelete"Can't wait to see what you fools do with the notes here, like information can't be deadly."
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ReplyDeleteCRY FOR THE DEAD
ReplyDeleteSome things should not have been remembered. Every moment we tell our stories, is the moment that they thrive. We have to stop!
ReplyDeleteUnder the timber sky, cast in dark
ReplyDeletePurple lights somber above
We stand here knee deep in snow
In hopes of a chance to remember
Who remembers we who mourn?
Who remembers the dead we mourn?
We cannot forget those we have lost.
We must hold fast to what we can learn.
Cry for the dead.
Are their words lost to you now?
Do you not hear their whisper?
So many years passed, without a word.
And now there's too much to remember.
Cry for the dead.
Let them back in.
Let their words be bound in book
Let their deeds be bound in heart
Let their hearts be bound in self
Let they be as you be as they are
Cry, Cry for the dead.
And in time, they will cry for you.
A toast to lonely souls who never could take control of life. And all the missing we love. I hope the darkness they find will give them light.
ReplyDeleteWailing wall is a good name for it. Stop crying, start living. I'm not dead yet.
ReplyDeleteMiss you all.
ReplyDeleteMorningShark
ReplyDeleteHere, it is more dangerous to say someone IS what they seem, than the other way around.
ReplyDeleteDo you hear the people sing, singing the songs of tired men. Those of us who fight the dark, and those who came back again.
ReplyDeleteOf Underland, we come. For Underland, we fall and rise.
Jack is lost in a sea of darkness, her sisters fallen and past aligned. Bring forth the lost soul from the beginning. As she helps to ascend with time.
ReplyDeleteFor those that have fallen, for they that still live.
ReplyDeleteCry for the dead.
ReplyDeleteThere are some people that have never happened anymore, and that is a crime beyond compare.
ReplyDeleteJack is back. Spread the word.
ReplyDeleteStop changing what is and what was. We have to stop, before we will never be.
ReplyDeleteI see a rabbit on the horizon. Be careful.
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