SHSL_Steam

The little bird is stuck in a cage. It hears its friends sing songs through the window and bars, and yet even when it sings, they cannot hear it back. The bird is confused, alone, and ready to die if it is not set free, but perhaps not all birds are meant to be free.
          	
          	Sad little birdie, you tried your best.
          	Sad little birdie, you failed this test.

SHSL_Steam

The little bird is stuck in a cage. It hears its friends sing songs through the window and bars, and yet even when it sings, they cannot hear it back. The bird is confused, alone, and ready to die if it is not set free, but perhaps not all birds are meant to be free.
          
          Sad little birdie, you tried your best.
          Sad little birdie, you failed this test.

SHSL_Steam

I stare into the abyss before me and toss my worldly belongings. First is the coal that I call my light, and the roses of my love are the next to go. Everything else until my curiousity, that desire to be free.
          
          I guess I'm not too different from a caged bird. I sing, but I know I will not be free.

SHSL_Steam

The day I returned to Hell, I found it had been purged of sin. This was not the Hell I knew, rather an empty place in which Lucifer himself sat alone upon his throne.
          "Why?" I asked him.
          
          "You shouldn't be here," he told me with thousands of voices from within my head. "You were supposed to be gone with the rest of them,"
          
          Hell cleans itself every five years, to make room for new sinners to flood in. It seems I couldn't escape into a quiet nothingness, so Lucifer welcomes me back to this desolate home and advised that I make a few new friends during my stay. The old devils are gone, after all.
          
          ~Steam's Metaphors.