Glass Houses
Freedom? from a bad situation? Night time. Now have magical powers. Running through the night. Where did I come from?
It's dark. Medieval.
Where did I leave?
Have I always been here?
Where do I want to go?
Is there injustice?
Is this just the presentation of magic?
Magic is in the air. All have come out to sing and dance.

The words and actual singing don't matter. But are kind of necessary all the same. Something must be there for them to play off.

You're doing something. Maybe it hardly matters what. But in doing whatever it is you're doing, you come to this place. A place where you must be careful. Where lots of creatures of magic are everywhere. You have to ...avoid them? You are running through the night. Running and running. Creatures occasionally pop out at you through the ...fog? You duck, you swerve. Do you kill them? You kill the skeletons that come for you.

Some things though you just outrun. Some you have to kill. When it's time to sleep, you find a place to hide. You hear them still all around. It's like you have to be quiet with your thoughts while sleeping. You explode out of your sleeping place outpacing the large creature that had settled down nearby. You run some more. You walk. Because you can't run forever. Or can you? You walk but ready to swing your sword at any moment. Ready to run at any moment. And often you have to. It's always night here.