The walls of this cold, lonely, crowded place were thin enough now that the Lost and Broken and Forgotten could see the living pacing on the other side.
Could almost smell the magick that made the Selves that filled their flushed, fleshly bodies.
Could almost feel the heat that their life gave off.
Freedom was so close. So, so close.
No longer was there Fear and desolation and hopelessness clogging the stagnant, old air.
Instead there was hope, there was joy, there were clips of songs and stifled yips of excitement. And with each passing moment as the walls that held them in this prison that wasn’t a prison, in this room that wasn’t a room, thinned all the more, one emotion rose high and clear above all the others.