“They may tell you this place is a prison,” she had told me, “but they only call it a cage because their minds are too small to see what it truly is.” “And what is that?” I’d replied, unconvinced. She had spread out her arms. “It is a bridge to endless possibilities. It is the gate to the kingdom of the dead. It is a refuge for those who have nothing else. And perhaps, my disgraced prince, it can be a refuge for you, too, if you allow it to be.”
