C'mon, get free

I suspect... we build our traps ourselves

Buying a way out

A sough, a look... a daedal escape

Really...?

Dreams... tricky buggers! You can't trust them.

A hesitation

There's darknesses beyond the curtain of waking.

Sweet Titania

You reign over a feckless dominion, Milady

Desire

Untrustworthy, acerbic, dangerous, and cruel.

But right...

Faerie folks

Think before doing

You cannot seek Destruction and return unscathed

Not fair

Morning:
you wake but you always forget

Miss Guðmundsdóttir

She tried to organize freedom

almost succeeded!

Still no answer

I've always wondered what lay beyond life

Take your time

Despair says little, and is very patient

I hope not to see you soon

-Death... Capricious thing, innit?
-Yes, she is.