It hurts, it hurts to spew it all out.

Hello(eelooo).

Reality, reality. How should I not wake up.

Haaaaahaaa.. a swan like me.

My legs, must continue.

There's a limit to how long I can.. provide.

There within lies a sense of dread(hope) when I step foot onto the outside. To provide(keep dreaming..) for my siblings is a task that must be fulfilled.

You may call me Elijah. My siblings, simply my siblings.

Hello, I'm the first sibling! 👋 (And I'm the second..) ’Third, pleased to meet you!’ The fourth is missing, but we'll find them eventually!

Judgement (ment) bird, what does the mere(mere) black swan think of The Judge(Judge)? I, a mere black swan(Swan) who can only continue dreaming(dream) have certain feelings. One of intrigue(fear), one of desperation(hope). If you would excuse(xcuse) my speech manner. It is hard having two heads.

Spew it all out, spew it all out. All of the substance everyone else was spewing..

I had realized it by then, the moment I started spewing out that waste..

It wasn't pleasant. I don't think I've ever been in pain this much. Looking at the necklace relieves the pain, so, so slightly.

Of course, having reality come to my senses comes at a certain loss. However to my sibling's delight, they have made a Strawpage.

[ ablackswan.straw.page ]

I have no idea how it works. I am busy, working to provide. However my siblings can take care of this. I, the swan shall stay awake, despite.

What happens, when this dream is faced against reality? A quick look at my pendant shall delay that 'reality'.