A Tower

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1 year after Aphmau's slumber began

Laurance
Nobody remembers how it started, I can only guess somebody placed a block, then another. A tower built in what was once the plaza, for our wonderful Lord to sleep her life in. I frequently visit her there, at least once a week. I stopped bringing her flowers though, now I have some lavenders growing in there. None of us believe she will ever wake up, a year of waiting can steal all hope from your mind. Heck, I don't even remember what her sweet voice sounds like! Levin took it harder than anyone else, you try telling a 3 year old his mother is gone. No, not gone, alive but not here. This is harder than death, because she still lives, we just can't be with her.

A tower not for built for her,
In which she sleeps her life away.
While we wait for her to return,
On her bed of stone she lay.
Aphmau, Aphmau, Join us someday,
Tell us everything will be ok.

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