"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James looked at Engel and Hero, trying to think of what to do next. The structure was fun to climb and play on, but Engel couldn’t move too fast with his forever-cough, and James wanted him to be included.
“Do you guys wanna dig a hole? Maybe there’s something under the chipped wood. We could be treasure hunters! Looking for treasure.” Spoiler
THIS DREAM THAT WE THOUGHT WE WERE SAFE TO FORGET, TO BURY AND SAY OUR ADIEUS
ON THE DAY OF THE FOOL, DEATH WILL TURN A BLIND EYE, AND YORICK WILL DUST OFF HIS SHOES
WHEN THE REAPER DOTH LAY DOWN HIS TERRIBLE SCYTHE TO FOLLOW THE WARM WEATHER WEST
YORICK, PUT BACK ON YOUR DANCING SHOES, AND RISE UP TO CALL FORTH THE NEXT.
